Author's Note: See you at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games or its characters. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins. I don't own Safe Haven. All credit goes to Nicholas Sparks.
Gale's POV
"Gale, we have a lead on the Harrison-" Ken begins.
"Not now," I say as I grab my car keys.
"This is important- "He begins.
"Ken," I stop walking and turn towards him." I have something more important to do. Go discuss it with Boggs."
Katniss's POV
Ever since last night, I haven't been able to sleep. The thought of being attached to him terrifies me.
Then leave before it gets worse.
I can't just leave him like that! After basically forcing him to tell me about his past relationship, I can't just leave. I don't want him to think that this was because of his confession.
The longer you stay, the harder it is to leave.
I sigh and sit up. A wave of nausea hits me but I do my best to ignore it.
This is what's best for both of you.
I stand up and grab a bag. The nausea gets worse but I try to focus on stuffing my clothes into my bag.
By the time I'm done, the nausea has somewhat subsided.
I quickly change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I place my hair into its pony tail and put on some shoes.
I grab my money, that I keep well hidden in the room, and stuff it in the bag.
Before I can do anything else, I feel a tightness in my chest.
At least write him a letter and thank him for everything he's done.
No, It'll make things worse.
I glance towards the right and I'm faced with the large stuffed animals Peeta won me at the carnival.
A small smile breaks out on my lips.
I walk over to my drawer and take out the strip of pictures we took at the photo booth. In each one were both smiling.
When I get to the one at the very bottom, I laugh really hard. It's the picture where Finnick stuck his head inside the booth.
I carefully place the photos in the bag before I sling it over my shoulder.
I slowly make my way out the room and make sure to silently walk towards the living room.
When I pass by Peeta's room, I hear him snoring lightly.
I silently laugh and shake my head. All that disappears as I grow closer towards the door.
Do it. It's just a good fifteen feet away.
I can't. I can't just leave him. Maybe I should say goodbye or-
Just do it. Get it over with.
The nausea returns but it's worse than last time.
I clamp a hand over my mouth and stumble backwards. I hear something crash to the ground but I can't seem to pay attention.
The vomit rises to my throat and I pray that it somehow goes down. I'm not going to make it to the bathroom or the sink.
I collapse on my knees and everything flies out of my mouth and onto the floor. Some of it goes through my hand and gets all over me.
"Jessica?" I hear a sleepy voice.
A weird sound emits from my throat which causes more vomit to appear before me.
"I heard a noise an- Oh!" I hear his surprised voice.
As the vomiting continues, I feel a cool hand land on my back.
When the vomiting has finally stopped, I feel myself start to shake.
"It's okay," He wraps an arm around me." Why don't you go take a bath and I'll clean this up?"
"No," I shake my head." I'll do it-"
I immediately start to gag but nothing comes out.
"I insist," He says in a somewhat pained voice.
"No, I'll do it," I try to ignore what I'm feeling and stand up. I head towards the table to grab napkins but he places his hand over mine.
"I've got this," He says.
"But I-" I begin.
"Just go," He says.
I sigh and head towards the bedroom.
Gale's POV
"Have you seen this girl?" I show the man a picture of Katniss.
"She looks familiar," The man says as he studies the picture.
He has white beard and white hair.
" For the past month, have you had any customers that looked like her?" I ask and lean on the counter.
"There was a girl about three to four weeks ago, she was wearing a hood and she wouldn't stop shaking. She bought a hair dye and left," He says." She sort of resembled her."
"Do you have footage?" I ask.
"Yes, follow me," He motions me towards a room.
Katniss's POV
I change into new clothes and place my filthy ones in the sink.
"Jessica," I hear a light knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I answer.
" Can I come in?" I hear him ask.
"Yeah," I reply as I leave the bathroom.
He enters the room and says," How are you feeling?"
"Better," I reply.
"Good," He says and walks towards me.
I look up and see that he's made me chicken soup with tea.
"Peeta, you didn't have to-" I begin.
"It's alright, I wanted to," He says and sets it on the nightstand. He places a bottle of medicine beside the tray." It helps you keep the food down. You take a teaspoon every six hours after you eat."
"Thank you," I thank him.
"You dropped this in the living room," He hands me a grey hoodie.
My heart beats quickly and I nervously take it out of his hands.
"Um- Uh- Thanks, I was going to go out for a while and-" I begin.
"You don't have to lie," He says in a pained voice." I know you were leaving."
"I- I-I-" I stutter. I don't really know what to say.
"Eat your soup before it gets cold," He motions towards the soup but doesn't meet my gaze like he normally does.
Gale's POV
Hours later...
I've been watching this damn video for two fucking hours and I still don't have any evidence of the bitch being there!
Just as I'm about to shut the computer off, something on the screen catches my eye. I see a woman, about five foot three, enter the store with a hoodie over her head. When the camera has a good view of her face, I pause the video and zoom in.
"There you are, Katniss," I chuckle and. I zoom out and hit play.
She wanders the store for a few minutes but eventually grabs hair dye. I pause the video and zoom in.
"So you decided to go blonde?" I chuckle and zoom out. I hit play and see as she buys the hair dye in a nervous way.
As soon as she leaves the shop, I turn off the computer and leave the security room.
"Snow, do you know what direction she went after she left?" I ask him.
"She seemed to be heading north," He says." I think she may have passed the gas station."
"Thanks for the help," I head out the store.
Katniss's POV
Peeta left the room hours ago and hasn't made an appearance since. Just seeing him like that made me sick with guilt.
I hop off the bed and walk out the room.
Maybe he'll understand if I try and talk to him.
"Peeta?" I call out.
"In my room," I hear his muffled voice.
I walk towards his room and say," Can we-um- Can we talk?"
I hear shuffling around before his door opens.
"About?" He asks.
"I just- I-" I stutter again. I mentally scowl at myself for not being able to tell him." I want to talk about earlier."
"You're sick, I completely understand-" He begins.
"Not about that," I add. His expression changes and I know that he knows what I'm talking about.
" What about it?" He asks in a low tone.
" I just- I was hoping that- well I-" I begin to stutter again.
"It's fine, just go back to bed," He gives me a sad smile.
"But Peeta-" I begin.
"It's fine," He grabs my arm but it immediately jerks back." You're burning!"
He places a hand on my forehead and his eyes widen.
"We have to get you to a doctor-" He begins.
"NO!" I yell and shake my head." I'm not going to the doctor's!"
"But you're-" He begins.
"No!" I shake my head and back away.
"Okay, Okay, I wont take you," He inches towards me. He stretches his hand out and says," Come with me."
I bite my lip and take his hand.
He leads me back to the room and helps me lay down.
"I'm going to get something from the kitchen," He murmurs as he leaves.
He comes back minutes later with a bowl and a rag.
He places the bowl on the nightstand; I notice that the bowl is filled with water.
He takes out the rag and soaks it in the water. When he gives it a small squeeze, a stream of water is formed and flows back to the bowl.
"I'm leaving," I say without thinking.
He folds the rag and places it on my fore head.
"Was it because of yesterday? Our small confession?" He asks.
"No! No!" I panic." It's not because of that!"
"Then why?" He asks and makes eye contact with me. Hurt is written all across his face.
"I- I can't stay here," I say." The longer I stay, the harder it will be to go."
He slowly nods with the same hurt look.
"Peeta, I'm sorry," I apologize.
"If you're going to leave, then just wait until you get better," He says in a hurt tone.
"Okay," I nod.
"I'll be back, I have to make sure Finnick is working on a wedding cake that has to be done tomorrow," He gets up.
Before I have a chance to respond, he's already out the room.
Author's Note: Half of the credit goes to me, the other half goes to Awesomegirl2656. Please leave a review and tell us what you thought.
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