When I come to, there's a tall figure sitting on the floor a few feet away from me. He reaches towards me, but stops when he sees my eyes are open. My vision is still blurry, but I recognize his voice as soon as he speaks.
"Hey, Catnip."
Suddenly my vision clears, and he's there. All I want is to touch him, kiss him, prove somehow that he's real. That he's more than a hallucination. I try to sit up, but he stops me.
"You're too weak," He says, "I shouldn't have come. But I had to see you, if only for a few minutes. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."
I have to say something. "This is impossible. You....You're dead."
He sighs, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I look into his eyes, and try to convince myself that he's really there. But I can't. I tell myself it's only a dream.
Why don't I just let myself hold onto the little hope that I have? Because I don't want to hurt myself more. If I let myself believe that he is real, it will only hurt more when he disappears. And I know he will.
He's standing up now. To leave, I know. He leans down towards me, and kisses my forehead. He says only four words, but those four mean more to me than anything in the world.
"I love you, Catnip."
Then I feel a sharp pain in my back, and everything goes black.
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Mockingjay: What If......
FanfictionWhat if the Hunger Games switched between Gale, Katniss, and Peeta's points of view? What if Gale found out about Coin's plan to kill Prim? What if Katniss realized she loved Gale, but it was too late? What if someone hijacked Peeta again, but fo...
