I had talked to Katniss all of a handful of times. One of those times was when she confronted me on that path. Part of me wanted to just walk away, but there was something in her eyes that made me stay and listen.
And I can't bring myself to regret it. Not after all she told me. Of how much the game keepers didn't catch in their conversations. About how much they talked about me. And how he loved me.
That was the main thing that had stuck out to me. He loves me. Katniss said he was planning on telling me, but he didn't get the chance before he left. That they had come up with the idea of star crossed lovers in order to survive.
I must have looked out of it, because all she could say was that he was making his way to the bakery, and that I should probably head back. I didn't waste a second more.
Many people told me after that they thought I was running from something. That I almost seemed crazy. But I got there in record time.
Stopping at the door, I took a deep breath and held it. I wanted to be able to talk when I walked in. Pushing open the door, I walked in, but he wasn't there. There was no way I beat him here. His mother came out and asked me what was wrong. I was still gasping for breath, according to her later.
Turning around, I walked straight back out, and looked around. Katniss wasn't wrong. At least never intentionally. So where was he?
