It all started with Katniss volunteering with her sister. It was shocking to only those who didn't know Katniss. I didn't know her well, but I was not surprised. I hoped for the best for her.
That was until I heard his name. Peeta. My best friend. My unrequited love, unbeknownst to him.
I strain my neck to see him escorted to the stage, and tears blur my vision. This can't be happening. He was my only family. I didn't have anyone else. His parents took pity on me and took me in when my father died in the same mining accident that killed Katniss' father. Except I didn't have my mother to lean on. The world was tuned out in my mind. All I could hear was a buzz.
I felt someone's turning me, and only when I see Peeta's mother does anything come into focus.
"Let's go. We get to say goodbye."
It sounded so final.
