Guys, I'm sorry for taking this long to update! It's just that I've been extra busy because of school!

I swear that I almost go insane because of the lack of time I've been having lately.

Anyway, here's the update! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

"Katniss… We need to talk." Finnick mutters as his expression hardens one more time.

I clench my eyes and take a deep breath. I've got a headache. Goddamned hangover.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask.

It's been a while and I've just noticed that I'm on his room. How and when did I get here? I snort and clench my eyes one more time.

"I want to talk about you and… well… about you and me." He mutters.

Crap. I haven't apologized to him yet.

"I want to tell you something first…" I mutter before he starts talking.

"What is it?" He asks.

"I want to apologize." I mutter "I shouldn't have run away just like that… I…" He puts his finger on my lips.

"You don't have to apologize about anything…" He mutters.

"Yeah, I should."

I feel a lump on my throat; I miss how everything used to be a week ago… Before all of this happened…

"Everything changed since that day..." I continue "I don't know… I… I feel like…"

"How do you feel?" He asks

"I don't know… I … I missed spending time with you..." My voice fades.

We stay silent for a while.

He opens his mouth like if he was going to say something, but he doesn't.

"I should leave…" I mutter as I stand up.

He stands up too and softly holds me by my arm.

"Don't…" He mutters as he leans close to my face and looks me in the eyes.

I melt as I stare into his sea-green eyes. They're beautiful.

He smiles and softly kisses my lips.

My pulse races as he holds me in his arms. I finally feel that the pieces I broke into are finally glued back together, I feel complete.

I've got to admit that I really missed him.

I run my hands through his hair as he keeps kissing me. Nothing matters to me right now. He's here with me. We're safe.

He leans back, stares at my eyes and grins.

"I missed you too." He whispers as he caresses my cheek.

I smile and hold him tight. I know that this is wrong… But I can't be away from him.

Plus, he's my friend, right? It's normal to miss your friends.

He kisses my forehead and holds me tighter in his arms.

"Katniss, I think I need you…" He whispers. His lips are against my head.

My heart races and I get a lump in my throat, though I don't want to cry.

I feel the need to run away, but I ignore it.

Why do I feel this way whenever I'm around him? I mean: I feel comfortable... He makes me feel secure and happy, I forget about everything whenever he's with me; but at the same time, I'm afraid…

I'm afraid of losing him.

I feel how my heart is struggling to come out through my throat and then my mouth...

«This is wrong. You're not in love with him!» My inner voice yells at me.

"Katniss… Is everything okay?" He asks.

"Yeah… I'm fine" I reply.

When I think about the possibility of being in love with him, my hands and legs start shaking; my heart hurts with every beat.

It's impossible

I shake my head. I know that I need to get out of here, but I don't want to.

I need him. And a half of me thinks that I'm falling in love, though it's completely wrong.

«Think about how much you'll hurt Gale!»

Gale.

I haven't thought about how much this will hurt him. I've hurt him an infinite number of times… I just can't do it again…

But… What about Finnick? I can't be away from him. I don't want to.

I'm messed up…

Finnick is my friend, Gale is my boyfriend.

What should I do?

I could leave Gale... But that would probably break his heart one more time...

I sigh.

"What's wrong?" Finnick asks as he steps back.

"Nothing…" I mutter faking a smile.

"Oh, Girl on Fire. You're the worst liar I've ever met." He grins.

"I… I need to think about all of this." I babble as I stare at my feet.

"Katniss, I don't want you to feel any pressure. I'll be okay if you don't want to be with me." He whispers "I won't make you do anything you don't want to…"

"I'm not doing anything I don't want to." I mutter staring at his eyes.

"Great." He whispers.

I softly kiss his lips before leaving his room.

I'm heading one more time towards Haymitch's room.

The door is half open.

He's sitting on his bed rubbing his eyes.

"Haymitch…" I whisper.

He looks at me and smirks as I close the door.

"Should I hide all the alcohol?" He asks mockingly.

"I'm not here to drink…" I snort. "I came here for advice."

"Oh, take a sit then." He mutters.

I do what he tells me to.

"Why do you want my advice?" He asks.

"Because I'm sure you won't judge me." I mutter.

"Advice on what?" He asks.

I blush.

"I…"

I can't do this.

"You… What?" He insists.

My head aches. I don't want to think about what's going on with Finnick and Gale, but I need to.

I'm sure that I'm going to explode if I don't spit it out.

"I don't know what to do!" I yell frustrated.

"About what?" He asks.

"Finnick, Gale, Peeta…" I mutter.

He nods.

My eyes burn because of the tears I'm holding back, though I don't want to cry because I'm sad… I want to cry because of the anger I feel at myself.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I'm confused."

"Why are you confused, Sweetheart?" He asks holding back a smile.

"I miss Peeta; I just can't cope with his absence… On the other hand there are Finnick and Gale…" I sigh "I love Gale, but not the way he wants me to…"

"You've already told me that…" He whispers.

I guess I said that while I was drunk. I don't remember a single thing about what happened after I drowned on alcohol.

"Finnick told me he loves me…" I mutter.

"You've already told me that too." He laughs "And… What's wrong about it?"

"I'm afraid…" I mutter.

"What are you afraid of?" He asks.

"I'm afraid of the small possibility of loving him too." I mutter.

That's it for this chapter! I really hope you enjoyed it!

As always, I want to thank you for all your support, you're amazing! xo