It felt like I was falling with every breath I took. It felt like I was never going to rise up again. It felt like every single inch of me was ripped away from my body and taken to another place... a place that I would never be able to find again. I had lost myself along with losing Cato, and there was no hope for redemption.

Sunny and Montana stayed with me, helping to get me out of my clothes and into bed without hurting myself in the process. I wasn't even confident in my own abilities to take care of myself anymore. I have only been in this place for a day... everything about being here revolves around Ca-

...Him.

And now I can't escape, because I know that President Snow is going to force me to be here, even if it is without him.

He was haunting me already, and it had only been maybe two hours since he told me about kissing Molly. His voice echoed through my mind, repeating every word he said, every action he took, and every touch. The way he touched me like I was a piece of glass, like someone that he would never want to break. But, he did break me, over and over again, and I was just too stupid to realise it and learn to stay away.

Open the door.

I could hear him now, even when he wasn't here, and out of all things, I was imagining him telling me to open the door.

Open the door, right fucking now.

There it is again.. that voice, echoing through my mind like an endless dream.

I swear to God, I will break this fucking door down.

My hands find their way to my ears, trying to close the voice from entering my brain and registering through my memories of him. No matter how hard I squeezed my head, he just wouldn't go away. I need him to go away.

There was pounding on the bedroom door and I looked up to see Montana and Sunny sitting in their places, ignoring it as much as possible. I heard his voice booming again, demanding that someone answer the door.

He was here... right now.

No, I need him to go away. He's my worst nightmare.

"Open the fucking door!" he literally screamed.

Something, something deep down inside of me, wanted me to open that door to him and take him back, but the rest of me was telling me no.. to just let him go.

It's all of the memories, all of the good ones, flooding my mind, trying to make me forget what he did, how much he hurt me, but how much I don't want to let him go. I have to let him in, to give him one more chance to explain himself to me.

Wait, no.. He needs to go away.

But I just want him to stay with me, to love me wholeheartedly like he promised all those times before.

I looked at Sunny, who turned to me and shook her head. She knew exactly what I was thinking, and she was telling me the right thing. Don't let him do this to me.. Don't let him use his words, his hands, and everything else he had to convince me, like every other time, to take him back and disregard all of the pain he caused.

I turned my head away from the door and felt the pools of tears soaking into the pillowcase. I was so hurt, but I was still completely smitten with him.

I love-

I loved him so much.

There was pounding at the door again and then there was cracking.

I glanced up from the blur of my tears to see that the door had, literally, been broken open and Ca- he was standing at the end of the bed, looking completely mad, like a wild beast.

He was staring, hard, at Sunny and Montana, and I knew that if they didn't get up and move, and right now, he was going to hurt them.

"Get. Out," he growled at the two very surprised girls. Montana was biting her lip and I knew she was enjoying seeing such a dominant, manly side of him. Both stayed in their places, too stunned to move a muscle. "NOW!"

"No, Cato, you need to lea-"

Cato took one step toward Sunny, and she shut her mouth immediately. She and Montana stand up shakily and immediately scurry out of the broken doorway.

I'm left alone with him, and all I want to do is disappear into the bed. I try to make my body as small as possible, curling up into a ball and squeezing my eyes shut to try and block him out as much as possible. I didn't want to see him, to hear him, or touch him.

My hands close my ears as tightly as can be, and I make him disappear from my senses, even though he can't be cleared from my mind. I know he's still here, probably watching me, trying to figure out what to say or do.

Surprisingly, when I open my eyes, he is sitting on the floor in front of me by the side of the bed, not doing or saying anything.. just watching me. His legs are crossed, his chin propped up on his hands, and a frown set on his face.

I watch him as he watches me, waiting for him to make a move. I was waiting for an apology, an explanation, maybe even a touch. But, he didn't say a single word.

I turned my body away from him, feeling awkward at the way he just watched me with his frown. It was weird, him not saying or doing anything, I mean. I knew that Cato- God, I hate even thinking about his name- couldn't last a few seconds being around me without having to touch me in some way.

It continued to be completely silent until I felt the bed dip down. I knew he had moved to sit on the bed next to me, but still, I refused to give him any attention. I had given him my undivided attention before, and that only led to me being hurt in the process.

I hadn't realised that I had stopped crying until it began again. I felt a hand on my back and realised that he was actually touching me. Cato was performing that one soothing move where he rubbed my back, the only move that would calm me down instantly. Instead, it did the opposite, making the flow of water from my eyes thicker than before.

"Stop crying," he mumbled next to me. I clutched onto the pillow in my arms, imagining that it was the only thing in this world that wouldn't hurt me.

I know he hates it when I cry, but maybe he shouldn't be the one causing me to cry in the first place. He can't make me this emotional purposely and not like the reaction that it causes.

I shook my head, not listening to him as I continued my pathetic sobs.

"I hate when you're like this," Cato grumbles.

"When then maybe you shouldn't make it happen!" I snap without recognition. I sit up and turn to him angrily, wiping my eyes and runny nose with my shirt sleeve.

It was time for me to be angry, not sad. He screwed with my heart one too many times.

"Wha-"

"You tell me not to cry, and how much you hate it, but did you ever stop to think that almost every single time I cry, it's because of you doing something to hurt me beyond compare!" I yell at him, crossing my arms and sitting up fully.

Cato sighs. "Look Kitten, I'm so-"

"Don't call me that!" I interrupt while throwing a hand up.

He sits, silently stunned by my reaction. His eyes are wide with surprise, but he sits, watching me.

"You know," I start, ready to pour out every thought in my brain. "I've been so stupid, letting you walk all over me for so long. We go through the exact same routine every time. We start off happy, with no more worries than we already have. The both of us are happy to just be with one another. And then, you go ahead and ruin it by doing something stupid that we both know you could control. And instead of telling me right away to avoid the trouble, you keep it a secret until there's a sudden outburst that reveals it all."

Cato opens his mouth to speak, but I stop him again.

"I'm talking!" I yell. He shuts his mouth again and sits silently. "Then you hurt me, and I do mean you really hurt me, more than you or anyone else can ever imagine. I walk away from you, thinking that it would be the last time and I would be strong enough to just let it go, but you come back to me. You tell me all of these lies that convince me to stay with you. It gets good and then we're back into the same routine."

Cato looks at me expectantly, asking me if he can speak. I nod once.

"So, what are you trying to say?" he asks, his voice cracking subtly.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, and that's the point. I wanted us to work out so badly, but this time, you went too far."

His head drops. "You're really done with us?"

I close my eyes and nod my head, feeling confident in my choice, at least for once in my life.

"I can't do this anymore, Cato," I tell him desperately. "I already have nightmares, but the ones about you are the ones that I cannot bear any longer."

"I know," he nods.

He stares at me and I know he understands. We can't do this anymore. We can't pretend to be adults when we're still kids.

"I'm sorry," I mutter as drops of tears fall from his eyes. They land softly on the sheets of the bed, forming a small puddle next to mine.

This is it.. the big break up I was fearing. The moment that ends all of it. It ends my pain but starts a new one.

Cato shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry."

I wipe my eyes. Seeing him hurt only makes my pain worse.

He reaches for my hand and takes it in his, leaning down to kiss my knuckles lightly. His action soothes me, but leaves me waiting for something more. Some of his tears drop onto my hand as he pulls away. The room is so thick with the tension and love we both feel for one another, but this is just the way that it has to be.

Cato leans in and kisses me softly, for what I know will be the last time. He stays there for a while, savoring it all, creating a final moment.

"I love you, Primrose. I have from the very first moment I saw the reaping."

"I love you, too, Cato. And I'm sorry that the fact that I do is the reason we can't go on."

Cato closes his eyes and sighs. "I wish this could have been different and that I could change for you."

I don't respond, knowing what harm it could cause.

Cato stands and walks away. He stops at the door and turns around.

"This will be the last time you see you."

"What?" I frown. What is he talking about?

He rubs his forehead. "Snow said if you didn't forgive me, he would kill me."

What?

"But it's okay. I've told you once before that I would rather die than do anything to hurt you. Just remember that I'm going to love you forever, even when I'm gone."

With that, Cato walks away from me for the very last time. He closes the remnants of the cracked door behind him before I can even say anything.

What is going on? They're going to kill him for kissing another girl? That really doesn't seem like a good enough answer for them to do something drastic. I understand that Snow let us be here because he wanted us to stay together.

It all makes so much sense now.. why he was so desperate to have me forgive him.

I love you Primrose.

Maybe I could somehow convince Snow to let him live. Maybe Snow would listen to me.

You can't leave me. Baby I need you.

It makes sense now. He didn't give me a choice when he said this because he knew what would happen. He said I couldn't leave him, and that he needed me. Cato not only needed me to keep himself grounded, but he also needed me to keep him alive. Without me here with him, Snow would never give him the light of day. He would take Cato out almost instantly.

No, no don't leave.

I couldn't leave. If I left, it would be the end of Cato, his family, and maybe even me.

Primrose, please. I will do anything.

He can't leave me like this. Snow cannot cause that type of torture. Surely he knows that if he killed Cato, I would be useless. I'm nothing if Cato's heart isn't beating along with mine.

I'd rather die...

I'm going to love you forever, even when I'm gone.

I can't just let him die. I have to talk to Snow.

The broken door to my room opens just as I am throwing my shoes on.

"Where are you going?" Montana asks with Sunny and surprising Delphi following behind her.

I ignore her and reach for a jacket.

"You're not running after him right now, are you?" Delphi asks with a scoff.

I roll my eyes. "Why do you care what I'm doing?" I snap. I'm tired of people judging me for making my own decisions.

"You can't go after him," Sunny comments.

"I'm not going after him, okay! I'm going to talk to Snow!"

They all take a step back but guard the door. "Why?"

"Snow can't just kill him because I don't want to forgive him for his mistake! That's just not fair."

They all sigh. "Well it was his choice, and you and I both know that Snow is not going to change his mind about any decision he makes once it is finalized," Montana tells me.

"Well maybe I can do something about that."

"No, you can't. And we really don't think you should even try when you know it's going nowhere."

"I don't give a damn about what you think! Now move out of the way before I move you!"

Wow, I was really beginning to sound like Cato. Swearing, demanding people to do things, yelling.. he was really starting to rub off on me.

It doesn't matter, because all three of the girls moved out of the way, allowing me to get through. But, when I was walking away, giving me a look.. it was like she knew what I went through, like she had been through the same thing before with Cato.

Maybe that was why she was giving me and him those looks. It was like she was reliving every memory of them together. They are from the same district, so many she does have some sort of connection to him. Her looks didn't seem to be anything that made me think she was in love with him, or that they had some type of relationship with one another, but there was still the sense of recognition. She kept looking at him but he kept looking away.

I stalked past them and made my way to the elevator that fast-tracked me to Snow's residence. I was getting anxious. I didn't want to forgive him, but I didn't want him to die either. I know that Snow probably isn't going to change his mind.

So, if I want to let Cato live, I have to let him back into my life. I have to forgive him with all of the courage that I have.

But I just can't let this go so easily.

I step out of the elevator and make my way through the building to Snow's office. There were two guards posted there, but they didn't say anything as I approached. They only nodded and let me walk through them.

I slowly pushed the door open and was welcome to the face of President Snow. He looked up from his screen and saw me. He smiled and motioned for me to take a seat.

I silently obey and stare at him. I had a whole plan of what to say, but being here, all of the information in my brain went away.

"Ms. Everdeen, I was awaiting your visit." He paused to smile. "I'm sure that we have a lot to talk about."

I nodded my head. "Cato," I mumbled.

"Ah yes." Snow nods knowingly. "I heard about what happened. I am truly sorry for the sorrow you much be feeling."

I frowned, knowing well that Snow really did not care about this at all, or else he wouldn't be killing Cato to hurt me.

"I know you said you would kill him if things didn't work out between us, but you can't just do that. It would hurt me more if you took him away from me completely."

Snow sighs like he actually cares about what he's doing. "I know, and I'm sorry, but Mr. Hadley and I had a deal. He was supposed to follow them and everything would go as planned. But, he broke the rules, and that does not go unseen," he stated firmly, staring me hard in the eyes. It was a little uncomfortable being in such a huge room with just the two of us.

"What were some of these rules?" I ask hopefully. I wanted to get some answers, and I wanted them now. I was tired of always being in the dark about everything.

Snow chuckles. "They were for the future, but now that there is no future, there's no point in telling you about them."

I roll my eyes and look away. "Is there anything I can do to change this?"

"No, but I can show you this." Snow clicks something on his projected keyboard and his computer screen comes up once again, this time playing a video.

My heart sunk in my chest as I watched Cato and Molly on the screen together. Molly was standing dangerously close to Cato and he clearly looked annoyed, like always with everyone else but me, his Mom and Charlie.

Oh my god, how will his family react when they find out about this?

I hadn't even noticed that I could hear what they were saying until I devoted all of my attention to the screen. I had missed half of their conversation with being so focused on the two of them standing together.

"-and you need to stay out of it!"

"Cato. Can you at least forgive me?"

Molly takes two steps forward and is inches away from Cato's face.. from his lips. A gasp escapes my lips as she wraps her arms around him, letting her hands rub up and down his back slowly.

"No, just-"

She interrupts him. "Forgive me, and I'll let you go," she purrs, giving him a sickenly sexy look.

God...

Cato looked like he was about to give in, but then he shook his head. Good, he's trying to resist her.

"I don't...I can't." He shakes his head again. "I shouldn't"

He should have said he won't.

Molly reaches her hands up to wrap around his neck, like I used to do, and then she's leaning in to kiss him once, and then again with more force. Cato hesitates before he's wrapping his arms around her, clenching her backside with his large hands.

The screen freezes.

I feel the bile rising up in my throat.

He actually did do it. Seeing it makes everything so clear. Yes, he tried to stop her, but he did it anyway.

"Now, Ms. Everdeen, do you want to forgive him for something like that?" Snow asks.

I feel myself shaking my head. "No, no I don't."

Dun, dun, dun!

Cato in the sidebar... Lord.

Almost three weeks late, but I still got it done so whatever!

DO YOU, OR DO YOU NOT, WANT PRIM TO FORGIVE CATO? TELL ME.

I'm starting this new segment where I post a hate comment of the week in the author's note, because I've been getting so many lately. I feel like posting them will make me more confident in why I chose to write in the first place, and hopefully they will motivate me to continue writing, regardless of the hate. So, without further ado...

Hate Comment of the Week: "The writing of this story is the equivalence of a two year old's."

Thanks to the commenter... you've motivated me to try writing even better and do more proofreading.

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Cheers. Laters, baby!

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