A/N: Here's another chapter, dedicated to the haters on tumblr. :D Starts with Peeta.

I use my right arm to push myself up in silence. I look down at him, making eye contact and making sure he knows that him talking like this hurts more than my wrist ever will. I leave the room and head over to the hospital clinic after much argument with the elevator. Stupid thing wouldn't cooperate. I get down and have my wrist wrapped up for now, after telling the doctors of my fall down the stairs. The second this week. Clumsy old me. They tell me that the bandages are all they can do until I go see Portia later today. Of course not. I feel badly for all of the other people here who get hurt and don't have the same luck I do with her. I just stare at the cast as I return back to the elevator and head back to the room. Wonderful. An hour, wasted. Just like that. But the door's locked, and my schedule is covered by the cast. Goddamnit. So I knock, waiting quietly outside. ~

I spend my time thinking about Peeta. I told him that he had to keep my anger in check. He tried, I guess. I was just too furious to even pay attention. And I hurt the one person in the world who is important to me, both physically and emotionally. And the worst part of everything is that he forgave me. I don't deserve to be forgiven for that. All he ever did was love me, and I return the favor by snapping his wrist. I hate myself because I hate the people that are like me. The two people I want dead the most in the world. And I want to kill myself. Just as I'm digging through the drawer of the nightstand for something sharp to tear my chest open with, I hear a knock on the door. Sighing, I walk over to the door and open it. "Hello-Peeta...hi." ~

"So..." I look up at him with a nervous bit of hope and slight desperation. "Can we try again, now?" ~

"Now do you believe you deserve someone better?" I say monotonously. ~

"...I still believe there is no one better." He probably thinks me a fool. But he doesn't think highly of himself, either. ~

"No one better than a guy who was about to kill himself before you knocked on the door?" No lies. I turn around and walk back into the room to stare at the wall. I was so close to ending it. ~

"But you can't leave me." I whisper, following him in. Did he really? Just over this? I take my bandaged hand and put it up on his shoulder from behind. "Cato..." ~

"I wanted to kill them because they hurt you. I hurt you. Shouldn't I die, too?" Out of the corner of my eye, I see his bandages, reminding me of all the shit I did. "You're in an abusive relationship." ~

"No, I'm not." I keep my hand on him. "The difference between you and them is that you don't mean to hurt me. You didn't. The fact that you feel so terribly about it proves you didn't, and that you're not a monster at all." I lean my forehead against his back. "I've gone through much worse, with people trying for worse. I've had people try to kill me before. On purpose." Time for everything to be out there. Everything. No lies. Even the things I never told him. Secrets only made things worse. This proves it. ~

"Whether I mean to or not, love you or not, I still hurt you more than once. I took my anger out on you. That makes it an abusive relationship...it doesn't matter if you've gone through worse. It is what it is..." I start crying again because he's so sweet and loving and I hate myself. "Maybe the time apart will be good for us." ~

"That isn't true, Cato..and you know it. If you meant to, if you were trying to hurt me...that would be abusive. You have to listen to me more...I know what I'm feeling. If I want you close, I have a reason. If I say you're hurting me...you probably are. You just have to listen." I pause. "I don't see how it could be good. Any time away from you sounds like hell to me." ~

"We need a break. I need to grow the fuck up, and you have your battles to fight. I think a break would do us some good." ~

"No it wouldn't." I whisper. A break sounds too much like broken up to me. "What are you saying?" ~

"That maybe...maybe..." I sigh, "breaking up wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." ~

I don't even care about my wrist. My heart. That is what's broken, now. "You said forever." I pause, threatening tears. "We said forever." ~

"Only for now!" I say quickly. "When I said forever, I did mean forever...it's just a break, Peeta. Please, it's best for both of us. Or me, at least." ~

I immediately pull away from him. "Forever doesn't just take breaks, Cato." I am hurt. Betrayed. Broken in more ways than one. Tears silently pour down my face as I cross the room, pacing. ~

Biting my lip, I turn around to see him crying. Not again. "No, shh! Don't...you know I still love you, right? It's just to give us space...you're attached to me so much that you'll endure me breaking every bone in your body and then you tell me that you love me and trust me! That isn't healthy, and my anger isn't healthy...it'll do us in before our time." ~

"No," I shut my eyes and shake my head. "I don't think I know if that's true anymore." How can you love someone and just want a break? Love doesn't take breaks. Never. Love is always. Always. And he didn't want always. ~

"But I always have! You have to believe me, Peeta...I love you. I love you, I love you! Goddamn it, Peeta, listen to me!" ~

"No!" I yell. "You listen!" ~

"I..." Sobbing, I collapse to the floor again. "I'll listen, I swear!" ~

I open my eyes to look at him. "My entire life, I have been beaten, screamed at, punished, abused, and nearly killed by people who were supposed to love me! I was bullied in school, but preferred that to coming home to get beaten with a hot metal iron by my own mother! My mother! And so I never, ever trusted anyone to love me! Because I was only used to being hurt! I got Reaped for the Hunger Games, and my own brother didn't volunteer. It was a death sentence! But then I came there, and I saw you, met you, got to know you...I fell in love with you. I allowed my heart to feel after so long for whatever reason! It was something about you! I felt like there was so much more to you than just some Career tribute! And then, you kissed me. And I thought, finally, I'd be able to be happy. Even if it was only for the last few days of my life, I'd get to be happy. I died in the Hunger Games, and woke up before my wake! I had to sneak out, listening to people, people I thought were friends, my mother, talking terribly about me, laughing-before my own goddamn wake. But I pushed through. Because I had to find you! You, the person I'd handed my heart to for safekeeping! And even though there were rough patches, bumps in the road-I didn't care! Not because I was too attached, or naive, or crazy, or anything like that! I'm not a generally forgiving person, Cato! But it's because you were the only person in the world I know who completely just loved me. Because as many mistakes as you made, you would never hurt me on purpose like everyone else had. And I loved you, too. I loved you! I wanted you to have every bit and piece of me! I wanted you to know everything, because you deserved to! You made mistakes, but everyone makes mistakes! Big ones and little ones, even to the people they care most for! But what people in love don't do is give up on love. Not even for a moment. And the fact that you're so willing for us to have a break? That makes me doubt everything. That's destroyed me inside. I don't give a damn about my wrist! It was an accident! Get over it! This is the real problem. Right here! I feel like you've just been waiting for an excuse for this! What if you die out there, Cato?! What if we left on that note? On a break. And that was our goodbye. Our last damn moment. I have always tried to live everyday as if I'll die tomorrow, because I've always had that possibility. That's why I forgive you. Because I never want to go to bed angry. Because I don't ever want to leave on a bad note. Because one day, I'll go to sleep and never wake up. Because I love you. But now...Now I can't tell even if you feel the same way at all." ~

"Just stop!" I crawl over to his feet and keep my head down at the floor. "I take it back! I take it back!" ~

"Get up." I whisper, voice shot. "It's...it's almost too late for that, love." My love. I loved him. I loved him completely. I would always love him. But now, my heart that was feeling all that love was so unsure of anything it had been told before, that it hurt to even think about him. Loving him. ~

Immediately, I do as he tells me and scramble to my feet, still crying. Crying so much that I can barely even see his face. "I...I thought it would be easier...but I can't anymore, I can't...I love you, Peeta. How can I show you that?! With all my heart, I...damn it, Peeta! I ruined it, I know...I ruined us, and I'll never forgive myself for that...and even if we don't work out after this, I...I'm sure that I love you. I always have been sure. And...I understand if you don't return the feelings anymore. I destroyed you. But I didn't mean to...I was just doing what I thought was best, but I had no idea...however we end up, I love you. Not loved. Currently. And future, too." I have to stop to catch my breath because the crying is overwhelming and giving me the biggest headache, but I have to continue. "You said it's almost too late...does that mean there's still a chance for me? For us? Anything. I'll take it. Anything to get you back. I need you...and you needed me. I do love you, I do. I don't want to break up! I LOVE YOU!" ~

"I don't think you get it." I begin. "I don't think you understand what I'm really upset about here, Cato. What's really wrong. You never lost me. I never stopped loving you. Never doubted my love for you. Not for a second. It's your love that you're forcing me to doubt." My entire being is shaken. "When I said that it was almost too late, I...I meant taking it back. Because the idea was there. In your head. You were okay with that. Even for a moment, you were okay with that. I would never, ever be okay with that. You can say that you take it back, but you wanted it. When I came back to Two for you, I said to myself that if you would have me, I would be yours for the rest of my life. Even afterwards. And that I'd never want to be anything else. Because I love you. There's always a chance. But I'm shaken. Everything I thought I knew has been shaken. And I don't know how I'll ever stabilize again. Last time, it took about twelve years of just...waiting." ~

"But I never doubted! When I said break...it was just a little bit of time apart so that we would be prepared for our time apart when I was gone! Just because we wouldn't be together, that doesn't mean I'd stop loving you! I love you more and more each day, if it's even possible...please, just give me a chance. Please! I've always loved you...and I always will...I understand why you doubt me, but I don't know what to do about that! I'll do anything to prove it. Anything!" I push my body forward and force a kiss onto him. "I love you! Please, just believe me, if you still have any reason to trust me...like you said, we can't leave each other like this..." I pause. "You don't know what was happening with my mind, either...I was angry, depressed-I was literally about to kill myself. I'm fucked up, and I don't know what I'm doing! The only thing I'm sure of is my love for you. I'm a thousand percent sure...and I'll do anything to prove it to you so that you can be a million percent sure." ~

I just stand there at his kiss. It hurts too much. "...Anything?" ~

Oh god. "Yes." ~

I begin choking and tripping on my words. "T..then leave. And don't come back. I..I don't want you around anymore." ~

A/N: Please review before heading onto the next chapter! I really do appreciate the chapter by chapter reviews. So does Sam/Cato. :D xx