A/N: This chapter is emotionally tumultuous. But they're really good. Some of my faves. As crazy as they get. Peeta starts.

The rest of the week went on a lot like that day had. Busy from morning on. The days were hard, but the nights were oh-so sweet. There was one or two days where I had time to go down and have lunch with Cato and my father. He even seemed to enjoy talking to my brothers. It was nice...there were even times where I forgot that Cato was leaving in a few days.

The only real big hitch in the week was going to see my mother again. With all the propos, we couldn't keep the fact that I was alive a secret from her for long. It took a good while to convince Cato and make sure he was being honest when I asked him not to make a scene when he came with me to the room. It's an understatement to say she didn't take the whole 'me being alive' thing well. More than anything, she was angry at me for not coming to her first. Why in hell would I? The door was slammed in my face as it was those years ago in the snow, and I went back to shooting. Cato tried to convince me to not go back again, but I did the next day with my dad, just to try to make her stable in some sense. I don't really want to talk about what happened, but I made up some lie about stairs to Cato that night, which was always plausible, and had Portia fix it the next day. Even though I still ached.

The propos got more and more frequent, and more serious sounding. Detailing bits and pieces of the mission. Recognizing people who had been affected by the Games and the Capitol. I even sat with Annie and watched Finnick tell his story. I couldn't believe it. They successfully did to him what they tried to do to Cato. Except they didn't have anyone to threaten Cato with, so they couldn't make him. Finnick had to sleep with Capitol women, or they'd kill Annie. Like they killed his family. I held my arm around her, because I saw how hard it was for her to listen to it. This was what really started to get me to be confident in every hateful thing I ever said about the Capitol from that point on.

Sometimes people came in and spoke with me, which was nice, because if I messed up at all, I had someone to work off of. I did three with Finnick, for which he was forced to skip his lunches between training. From the look of him and Cato, when I'd see him late at night, they were working them hard. I often found my blonde boyfriend falling asleep before me, which was incredibly unlike him. He was constantly tired. Always yawning, forgetting things...

And then the day came. I laid in bed, glad I had nothing on schedule until his departure, where, as I predicted, we'd have to have a public goodbye. For the day before that, we'd just have time together and meals. I'm sure this was Haymitch's doing, and I quietly thanked him for that as Cato continued to sleep. ~

The next four or five days grew worse and worse for me. And for the rest of the rebel fighters, too, I'm sure. Training was the most intense thing I've ever done, but I understand why it was necessary. They had so many things to teach us and prepare us for; they taught us how to use special guns, for one thing. Of course, I've seen guns before, but I've never used one. Another thing we had in training was prepping us for extreme climate and the like—floods, heat, subzero temperatures, drought—everything. They also packed our schedules so much because it was such a short period of time. Apparently, they've been planning this attack for months; they just needed fighters. And I'd constantly lose sleep based on everything we had to do, so the second I'd get the chance to sleep, I'd do it. I barely even had time to talk to Peeta after the long days because I was so damn tired, but when I did, it would be the high point of my day. Probably his, too, even if I did seem out of it a lot.

I finally met the rest of his family, though. Even that poor excuse for a mother. One day, when I had talked to him, I could swear that bitch did something to him, but he told me he tripped on the stairs. Of course, me being tired and overworked, I brushed it off. But now that I think about it, I think it was her that did something to hurt him. She never learns her lesson, that one. I'll put her in her place one day.

As it turns out, Finnick was one of the other victors that was asked to whore themselves out to the Capitol, but since he was mentally and physically stable at the time (unlike me; I posed a risk) and had something to lose if he said no, he'd have to comply. This might be a reason for Annie's instability, but hopefully after all of this is over, they can finally be okay, or close to it, at least.

But today is the day. It's the day we're finally leaving for our mission—which was finally set in stone last night, but I was just so goddamn tired that I couldn't even tell Peeta. I'm excited to tell him, though, because even though it isn't the greatest news in the world, it's definitely an improvement over before. Despite that, I'll be leaving him soon, so I'll have to make our short time worthwhile. ~

I woke up around 700, probably because I was anxious. I sat and watched him for a while, two hours at least...Poor thing. I'd let him sleep as long as he had to. He needed the energy. Sometimes, I'd whisper things to him. Fears. Hopes. Confessions of feelings. Just to talk to someone to keep sane. ~

After endless hours of much needed sleep, I finally open my eyes to see a wonderful boyfriend looking back at me. "Hi." ~

"Hey sleepyhead." I smile, running my head over his hair, which was all flattened from his sleeping position. ~

"Today's the day," I say, yawning. "You excited?" ~

"A little," I sigh. "Just because the faster you leave, the faster you come back." ~

"And the best part is, drumroll please..." He doesn't quite understand, so I laugh and start tapping my hands along the edge of the bed. "The best part is that I won't be gone for an extended period of time." ~

This immediately brings a smile to my face. "Really? So you know when you'll be back?" Now, I'm already in a much better mood than I was before. ~

"Right when we're done in a District or when whatever the mission is finishes, we get sent right back here for a couple days to plan for the next attack. The thing is, whatever we do can take anywhere between a few days or a few weeks, but it's still an improvement, right?" ~

"Absolutely!" I had dreams about him being away for months at a time, years. This was fantastic. I begin laughing. "I'm so glad." ~

"No, stop being excited!" I sit up, laughing. "It gets better!" ~

"What is it?!" ~

"Guess who isn't going to District Two?" I smile, holding my arms out for a hug. ~

"Oh my god!" I nearly tackle him back to the bed with a hug. "Oh my god.." I'm just laughing now out of pure joy. ~

"Yes, Peeta!" I manage to get out through his tight hug. "They told us yesterday!" ~

Suddenly, the optimistic idea of him coming back we've both insisted on in the past week becomes that much more real. I loosen my grip on him. I always hug too tight. "Where are you going, then? Four?" ~

"Yeah! It's farther away from the Capitol, closer to here...still a major strategic District, and might be a little easier to get, you know? What, with the sexy Finnick Odair being on the rebel side? They'll be waving a white flag the second we land there." Hopefully. I can only imagine that it'll be that easy. But even then, it's way better than being in Two or the Capitol. "Maybe I'll see you in a few days." I give him a good morning kiss. ~

"That's perfect. Then we could probably be together for Valentine's Day." I smile. Our first together. "But don't you go around calling Finnick sexy." I joke. "He has a girlfriend, you know, and she's a really nice girl." ~

"Hey!" I play-slap him. "I'm just speaking on behalf of the entirety of Panem!" Maybe I will be back for Valentine's Day. I'll be planning that day out in my head while I'm gone. "She is a nice girl, so you better treat her right when we're gone." ~

"She and I are going to be baking together, don't you worry." I laugh. "I'll be good to her! I'm a perfect gentleman!" And this whole friendship is probably a lot easier for Finnick to handle because of the whole gay thing. ~

"You better be good to her...Finnick will personally kick your ass if you're not." I laugh nervously. He seems very protective of her, so if anything happens to her, physically or emotionally, someone will get hurt. But Peeta's the best person in the world and would have no reason to hurt Annie. "Uh...did I sleep through breakfast, by any chance?" ~

"I know! I wouldn't!" I look at the clock. "We've got a half an hour, if you wanna run." ~

"But...there are people there, then. I want you all to myself before we have to make our public goodbye." ~

"Yeah..." I sigh. "It's on my schedule. Should be on yours, too. Prep and all. You get to see what I've gone through the past week with Portia." I lean against him. "Prep starts at 1600, til 2000 with a 2050 airing and a 2100 departure time for you." I wondered why it was so late, but they probably wanted night cover. ~

"Prep?! For four hours! What for? Making sure I look good when the Capitol slaughters us?" I hate to say it, but the Capitol and District Thirteen aren't that different from each other. "And that runs into dinner time, too. Fuck." ~

"Story of my life, Cato!" I laugh. "Fifty percent of my days have been prep. I don't abandon you at meals, I just don't have time. I eat with Portia." ~

"I wanna leave looking just like this! Well, obviously with clothes on..." Only in a shirt and boxers here. "What are they gonna do to me? Dye my hair? Cut it? Get rid of my scars? These are BATTLE SCARS! It makes me look tough." Although, I am due for a haircut. ~

"You looked tough before, too." I elbow him playfully. "No reason to dye your hair, though. Probably will cut it, though. And I think you guys have uniforms. But that was a bit of a given. You just get used to it." I roll my eyes at him. Besides, after how good and different I looked after what Portia did, I was dying to see what my already maxed out in sexy boyfriend would look like. ~

"Nothing they do to me will ever make me sexier than I already am...that is, unless they make me an exact replica of Finnick, which I'm sure they wouldn't do." I kinda hate not being the best looking guy in Peeta's presence. After all, he originally fell for me for my looks, and that's all I have going for me. "I'm surprised you haven't left me yet!" I laugh. ~

"Hey!" I say through laughter. I put my hands on the back of his head and pull him in for a deep kiss. "I think you're much sexier than Finnick Odair." ~

"You're the only one!" I say in a joking matter...but it's me inclusive. He's really the only one. ~

"That works out, then. Let them all swoon over him. You're all mine." I say somewhat possessively. ~

"Mhm...because he's out of your league, right? The best you can get is me?" ~

"What, are you saying I couldn't if I wanted to?" I laugh a little to myself. "I'm insulted! But no, that's not it!" I shake my head. "I think you're the sexiest person I've seen in my entire life." ~

"Don't lie," I say, getting out of the bed. "Even if I am, what does it even matter?" ~

"What do you mean?" ~

"When you first told me that you loved me, you said that initially you thought I was attractive, then you got to know me...why do you think my looks are still important to me? They're what pulled you in, and now I look absolutely terrible...I'm afraid that if I don't have that anymore, what's left?" My personality is horrendous. I just need to keep Peeta interested. ~

"You do not look absolutely terrible." I insist. I'm being honest, too. "And what's left? How about a clever, funny, charming gentleman with incredible strength and willpower, and the most loving, open, willing heart of any person I've ever met. How about that?" ~

"But if you can get better than me, why? I'm stupid. I still can't tell right from left. That'll get me killed one day." And again, I raise my left and right hands respectively. "The only person I charm is myself with my ego. And open? How many things have I kept secret from you?" I pick up the pants I wore the previous night and slip them on. "Someone like you can deserve better." ~

"Because there is nothing better to get." I whisper. "You are not stupid, you charm me on a daily basis, so much it even still surprises me, and you're open in that you're accepting...the secrets you've kept have been for my own good. You were right." I smile a little, going to stand next to him. "You don't give yourself enough credit." ~

"You keep trying to tell me that I'm not a bad guy, and I know this whole thing seems stupid, but I really don't know what you see in me! I feel like I've hurt you more than I've made you happy. The negatives outweigh the positives." What are you doing to yourself? ~

I take my hand, grabbing his shoulder and turning him towards me. "Don't you dare say that. I've told you this once, twice, over and over, and I'll never stop until you get that you changed my life for the absolute better, Cato." I pause. "Even if I made it out of the Games...if I won on my own...I'd probably be dead now, anyway." ~

"I want you to find someone else to make you happy if I don't come back," I say, crying. I just need him to be happy. ~

"I would do anything for you." My heart breaks seeing him cry. "But I couldn't do that. It would be impossible. There's no one who could make me as happy as you do." ~

"Even if that's true, even someone that makes you a little bit happy...anyone to cancel out your misery. I don't want you to be miserable." ~

"I couldn't." My eyes begin to well with tears. "I couldn't." ~

"Please!" I start choking and coughing on my own tears. "Do it for me! For yourself, please...if I don't come back, just forget about me." ~

I clasp my hands quickly around his face, forcing him to look at me. "I will never forget you, Cato. Never. You are the most important person that has ever entered my life. I swear, I would never forget you. I could never. I will love you for the rest of my life. Please, please," I beg. "Don't think I ever could. I won't be miserable. I will go on. For you. With you always in my heart." I pause. "But you will come back. I know it. I just do." ~

"I...see my optimism has rubbed off on you." I pause for a moment, then I start hugging him, still crying. "I'll love you even after I die, if that's possible...I don't want to die...I've never had to think about dying before. I was foolish before the Games, I thought I was invincible, and after these past few days training...it's so hard...I don't want to die, Peeta. Please don't let me die. I know you can't control it, but...I don't want to leave you. I don't want to even imagine you after I die, whether it be tomorrow or many years from now. I don't want to die ever, because then you'll be a wreck...I'm so selfish for asking you to stay alive if I'm gone. I'm so selfish for that." ~

"No, no, you're not...Hush..." I kiss the side of his head. "You will come back to me...I swear. I know that you will... It's not selfish at all, love." I just hold him tightly. "You can't think it's selfish. I'd ask the same of you, just because I'd want you to be able to live the life that you never got to...it's really selfless. If you were selfish...you'd ask me to die as soon as you did. Because then, I'd be with you again. I won't tell you I'm not going to be a wreck-if it does happen, that is-but I'll go on. But I will never love anyone ever again. That, I could not do." ~

"But you'll be miserable..." ~

"Only for a little bit." I press my forehead to his. "But then, I'll imagine you in my head, saying something you would...like..'Suck it up, Lover Boy.', or...'Smile. For me, dear.' And I will. Because you'd want me to." ~

"Or 'Stop crying, I wasn't that perfect.'" I smile, even laughing a little bit. "You do me very well." ~

"Oh," I whisper, verging on sobs. "But you were-are, that perfect." I smile a little. "I'm your boyfriend. I know you well enough. It's my job." ~

"Maybe that voice will come back and start talking to you. You can train it to sound like me, if you try hard enough. After all, you said he's an asshole. Close enough." ~

"No, no. He's not charming like you. You're a charming bastard. He's just a bastard." I laugh. ~

"Well, so am I! I've been telling you this since forever ago! There is nothing charming about my ego!" I lift up the collar of my shirt to wipe my face. "Which, I'll try fixing...maybe when I come back, the ego would've completely disappeared. Wouldn't that be something?" ~

I smile weakly. "But I love your ego." I laugh through tears. "But you are terribly charming, I swear." ~

"Just a week ago you were complaining that my ego hasn't changed." Raising my hand up to his face, I wipe the tears away from his eyes. "Don't go all cloudy-vision on me." ~

"But I have to admit that I love your ego." I do the same for him. "As much as I may complain." ~

"Why are you perfect?" Before he even has a chance to answer, I push him back onto the bed and kiss him passionately. Because maybe, this is the last one like this we could have. What happened to that feeling of surviving? I know I had it before, where I knew I'd come back. But I don't feel that way now. Where'd it go? ~

I'm taken by surprise by his kiss, but I don't object, not even a bit. I just kiss him, and feel some sense of desperation on his end. Has he lost hope? I don't know. But I will see him again after today. I know it. I never want this to end. This kiss. This day. This relationship. This boy. ~

"Peeta..." I push myself off of him, finally relenting from the kiss. "Thanks." ~

"For what?" ~

"For giving me hope." ~

"Just returning the favor." ~

"And thanks for turning me into a fucking crybaby like you," I laugh. ~

"I'm still worse than you, if that makes you feel any better." ~

I sigh happily. "I know you are." ~

I go to squeeze him tightly, and wince a bit inwardly at the pressure that puts on my stomach. "I..I love you." ~

"I like you, too." ~

"I like like you." I say, acting like a kid in grade school, pulling him to the side of me and catching my breath. Damn, that hurts. ~

"You're my best friend," I tell him. "Even if I had a million friends...you'd still be my best friend." ~

"Being in love with your best friend," I laugh. "How complicated." ~

"It's actually pretty simple." It was the easiest decision of my life. Hesitant or not, it was the easiest and smartest decision ever. ~

"Best thing that ever happened to me." ~

"Same...never thought I'd like boys, but I guess some of the best things in life are unexpected. I love you, Peeta Bread." ~

"I love you, too." I smile, holding my arms around him. "You'd better know I do." ~

"I know you do. I don't know what I was thinking before...there's something not right with me, I think. But I'll get through it." ~

"We're all a little crazy, love." I trace my hand along his face. "Nothing wrong with that." ~

"I...love you." ~

"Trust me," I kiss him once. "I know." ~

"Start planning." ~

"For what?" ~

"The wedding, stupid." I smile. ~

A stupid grin spreads across my face. "Will do." ~

"Don't forget your white tux." ~

"Why a white tux?" ~

"Because...you're the girl, remember?" I ruffle his hair, laughing. ~

I laugh with him, giving him a pout. "I can pull off a white tux." ~

"Oh, you can pull off anything! Hell, you can pull off my clothes, if you'd like..." ~

"I see what you did there." I laugh. "I could...but that would make things I can't have just that much more tempting." ~

"You'll have it soon...maybe on my birthday." I look up to the ceiling in thought. "Which is in a month." ~

"One month. I'll count the days." I knew exactly how many days it was. I've had everything planned for a while, now. Cake, party...I just had to move it from a party of three at his house to a party of who knows how many in Thirteen, but that's just cause for a bigger cake. Which I'd never object to. ~

"I better as hell be back for that. Even if it's for a few hours." He's probably counting the days already. I know him. "I'm not missing my nineteenth birthday." ~

"Man, you're old." I laugh, joking with him. "You'd better be. After all that I've got planned." ~

"You planned for that already?!" That boy is on top of everything. "What, I get a giant party? And all I gave you was a near death experience twice and a break up, followed by a lovely dinner where I could barely see your face." Ridiculous. ~

"I've been planning for it for a long while." I laugh. "I'm a planner, in case you hadn't noticed. But you'll just have to make up for it this year. After all, I'm going to be a legal adult." ~

"Oh! Oh! I know exactly how that day will go. First, I'll teach you all about the bisickle, and then, I'll bake you a cake-not from the box! And then I'll buy you things because I'm fucking rich...well, I was, but still! And we'll do a bunch of cute stuff, and I'll fuck you senseless, and...it will be the best day of your life. And your mom is not invited." ~

"I expect absolutely nothing less." I smile. "And of course she isn't." I roll my eyes, my mind once again focusing on the cosmetically eliminated bruises all over my torso. ~

"Maybe she'll get in an 'accident' and die." It's terrible to say, but I can't help it. She still hurts him to this day, physically and mentally. ~

He doesn't even know that it's still happening, and he still hates her. "Cato..." I begin. "You can't fight my battles for me." Even if, when I fight them, I lose. ~

"It's ours, though. If someone hurts you, it's personal. Your battle is mine, too." ~

"But this has been my battle for so much longer." I just don't want him involved with her. Knowing her more. Knowing how many of the really bad things I'd hidden. ~

"And you need help with it!" ~

"Why do I? Nothing's wrong..!" I bite my lip. As far as I've told him, there's nothing more going on. I can't have him worried to leave me with her around. ~

"Everything's wrong!" I shout at him. "I know about the stairs, Peeta. No lies." ~

"I don't need help!" I cry out, not denying or admitting anything. ~

"We said no lies! I thought that went for both of us! Tell me what she did to you!" ~

"I don't want to talk about it..!" I sit up and tuck my head between my knees. "There's nothing..Nothing.." ~

"What is up with you?!" I push him back down and pry his head from his knees. "What did the bitch do!" ~

As he pushing me down, part of him pushes against my chest and I let out a strangled cry of pain. "Agh, that hurts!" I scream, my eyes tearing. ~

"Is that what you told her, too?!" I hold him down to the bed at the wrists and kneel over him to prevent escape. "And she kept hitting you, right?! What else!" ~

"Yes!" I cry. "Yes, I scream and I cry and I tell her it hurts, and she doesn't stop! She's never stopped! Is that what you want me to say?! You want the truth of it all?! That's the truth!" I'm breathing heavily. "It's always been this way! Always!" ~

"Well, why didn't you do anything to stop it?!" I grip him tighter. "And why wouldn't you tell me? I deserve to know what douchebags are hurting you!" ~

"Because I was a child, Cato! I didn't understand! Because if I ran, I'd feel so much more weak than I already did!" I shut my eyes. "I didn't want to worry you! You're going out into war, Cato! The last thing I want you thinking about is me back here and how I was doing!" ~

"But she hurt you recently...you didn't do anything to stop that! You went back against my advice! And look what she did to you..." As I get angrier, my grip on him gets tighter and tighter. "I should know when you get hurt! I'm your boyfriend!" ~

"I didn't know she was going to hit me when I went back, Cato! I didn't ask for it, I wasn't looking for it! I just want you to come back! And if I was a distraction to you, I could never forgive myself!" I feel pressure on my wrists, hard. "Please, just let me go!" ~

"NO!" He lied to protect me. That sounds familiar. ~

"Let go!" I shout. Now, this is really hurting. ~

"You lied to me, Peeta! Why should I let you go?!" ~

"Because you're hurting me!" ~

"No I'm not! I'm barely touching you!" ~

"You're going to snap my wrists!" I cry. ~

"I wouldn't do that. Stop with the tears, already!" I'm going to kill her for doing this to him. It's gotten so bad that he can't even handle me touching him. "I wouldn't hurt you!" ~

Every time he yells, his grip hardens. I'm seriously thinking that he's going to break my wrists. I bite my lip to make sure I don't let out a scream everytime it gets tighter, because then we'd be in a terrible cycle. "You may not mean to, but you are!" The tears have escaped my eyes. "Please, please let go!" I beg. ~

"Stop begging! I-" I stop myself from yelling momentarily to assess the situation. His hands have gotten pale from me cutting the circulation off and he's crying all over the place. Begging me to stop. Then, I hear a snap come from his left hand. "Oh my god..." I immediately let go and jump off of him, backing up into one of the corners of the room. "I'm just like her." ~

I know everyone can hear. Nothing is sound proof here. But I can't stop my scream as I feel the bones in my left wrist just snap. So simply. So fragile. I immediately curl up to cradle it with my other hand as I sob, but I can't even touch it without feeling the pain. I bite my tongue inside my mouth in an attempt to quiet myself, but it isn't any use. I can't make out words. All I feel is pain. ~

"I'm sorry!" Words will never express how sorry I am. I lost control and anger took over me completely, which isn't exactly new. So, I just slide down the wall behind me and sit on the floor, crying with Peeta. "Did I break it?" ~

"D-don't...say...y-you're...s..sorry.." I manage out through sobs, squinting my eyes a little to see him across the room. I can't be angry with him. I could never. Maybe because he was motivated by care for me. He was trying to protect me. And maybe I was wrong to not tell him. But all I could think about was putting one more thing on his shoulders. He didn't need that. When I hear him speak again, I go to lift my arm, but I can barely even feel my hand through the pain. I try to lift it, and it hurts like hell. I whimper as my arm lifts, but my hand stays limp. "I...I think..so.." I say quietly. ~

"No...! I'm so, so sorry...I didn't mean to, I should've listened!" I drag myself over to the side of the bed and reach up to put my hand on his shoulder, but he flinches. God, I feel so terrible now. How could I hurt him? "I...maybe I should go." ~

I don't mean to flinch when he goes to touch me, but it's just instinct at this point. From the pain. I just look at him, taking fast, deep breaths. But as soon as he mentions leaving, I shout, even though he's inches from me. "No! Don't!" This is her fault, too. I will not let her ruin my last day with him. No matter what. ~

"But I hurt you again! I was screaming at you about how you shouldn't let people hurt you, and I...I'm a monster. Oh my god." I start crying into his legs now. "Please tell me you hate me. You have to after this." ~

"Fine..! I won't let people hurt me anymore..so...please, don't hurt me again by leaving." I look down at him. "You're...you're not a monster..." You care. Oh, Cato. My poor love. I take my good hand and place on the top of his hand, the closest I can reach because of my arm length. "But...if I told you I hated you...that would be a lie. And...we said no more lies." ~

"No...how do you not? Peeta, I hurt you! You're the only thing I live for, and I just broke your fucking wrist! I hurt you like she hurt you...the very woman I hate. I'm turning into the people I hate, Peeta! There's something wrong with me!" ~

"Because you didn't mean to! There's so much of a difference between you and them, Cato...She laughs when I cry and bleed. Laughs. You weren't trying to hurt me, you weren't, I know you weren't..." I repeat. "You can't blame yourself for mistakes that you make. If I held it against myself, every little thing that I've done wrong, I'd have killed myself by now because I hated me so much. Y..you care. It's because you live for me..That you want to protect me. And when you're angry..s-sometimes, you just don't listen." ~

"I'm like him, too." Just like my father. That's how he raised me. "You can't keep forgiving me. I hurt you multiple times! And it just gets worse and worse...please, just stop telling me all this. No matter what, I hate myself for this. Go to the hospital." ~

"Stop!" I cry out. "Stop it! You're nothing like him at all! Stop saying you're anything like that bastard! I'm not going anywhere! I'll be fine! I'm spending the rest of my time with you the way it should be-happy, with you! Stop..." I whisper, tears falling down my face. "Please, just stop..." I hate that he thinks of himself that way. I hate it. ~

"Don't you get it Peeta?! I've always wanted to be like him! Always! And now I finally got my fucking wish!" I lie down on the floor so that I can drown in my own tears. Just let me die already. "You won't be fine," I whisper. "The more you stay here with me...the more I'll just hurt you. Please go get your wrist fixed up, and maybe we can try again." ~

A/N: Sad faces. D'aw. Keep reading and reviewing! I'm feeling generous with chapters today. xx