"Where's Prim?"
"Rory...she's dead."
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It's been a month. A month. They didn't have a funeral for her. There was nothing left to bury. Nothing. Nothing but memories, anyways. Not that those matter, right?
Wrong. I'd never want to forget Prim. Gale and I got into an agrument about it yesterday. I can barely look at him. What if it was his bombs that killed Prim? I know I'm only thirteen-almost fourteen- but I loved Prim. I told her- begged her- not to go to the Captiol. But she smiled and insisted that she'd be fine, and how could I not believe her?
Dammit. There's so much I never got to tell her. Like how pretty she is. Or how much I love her. How I've loved her from the moment I saw her. God, I'm a mess. I feel like I should be the dead one, and she should be here. People tell me not to think like taht, but I'd be lying to myself if I didn't.
It's my fault she's dead. All my fault. I didn't even try to stop her. And now she's gone. While I'm being honest, I might as well say this: I have always loved Primrose Everdeen, and no matter what, I will until the day I die.
I miss you... miss you so bad, I don't forget you, oh its so sad.
I hope you can hear me, 'cause I remember it clearly...
The day, you, slipped away...
Was the day...I found it won't be the same...
-Avril Lavigne, Slipped Away
...And I've lost, who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken,
Rejecting your love...
-Trading Yesterday, Shattered
