The Epilogue - Katniss and Peeta

Haunt Me.

*Willow's POV*

His words echo through my mind.

I'm always going to be here for you.

How is he going to be here for me when he left me for a new family just months after my mother passed away?

How is he going to be here for me after he let them move into my mother's home, destroying the one place that held our memories?

I'm shaken from my thoughts by his voice.

"How long has this been going on, Willow?" He asks, his voice quiet yet shallow.

"Ever since Gale—" I falter, not wanting to relive any of my memories from that awful day in the hallway. "Flynn tried to help me, and he did for a while, but I couldn't do it anymore."

"I don't think he expected the relapse." He starts, looking away for a moment. "I didn't either with Mom."

Mom.

I'm just her replica.

I don't understand why I did this. I had firsthand knowledge of how it feels to have someone you're close to attempt something like this.

I went through it multiple times with my Mom, and yet I still decided to go through with it.

I knew how it would affect Flynn.

I knew how it would affect Rye.

I knew how it would affect my Father.

"I feel like the worst person in the world." I remark, and the tears begin flowing yet again.

I'm never not crying.

"Nobody's mad at you, Sunshine." He attempts to stop my tears, but I realize that he doesn't comfort me the way Flynn does.

Nobody ever does anything the way he does.

I need him.

"I just want to be alone." I lie, hoping he'll leave my side and tell everyone to leave me alone.

I haven't had time to think since I woke up. Ever since they inconveniently decided to not let me die, I've been bombarded with questions and people.

I just want some time to think.

"Okay." He says shortly, and I feel the hospital bed shift as he stands up. He quietly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I let out a sigh of relief, and I try to stop my tears on my own. I quickly wipe them, even though my arms are in constant pain. I eventually let them fall, seeing no point in trying to wipe my cheeks.

I look towards the window through my teary eyes, and I see my family sitting in the waiting room down the hallway.

I also see Flynn standing in the hallway, attached to the phone on the wall. I see him run his hand through his golden hair, and he covers his mouth for a moment before letting his hand fall.

I want to know what happened to him.

I want to know why he won't tell me.

He hangs up the phone, and I watch as my father walks past Flynn, stopping him from moving towards my room.

They begin talking for a moment, and he looks towards my room before removing himself from my father's hand. He gestures down the hall, but my father shakes his head.

I see him pause for a moment before moving around my father and towards me, and I find relief in knowing that he didn't listen to my dad.

I try to stop myself from crying, so when he walks in the room, I'll be okay.