Love. The purest concept known to man. A concept not easily understood. A concept that deeply wounds a person who loves unconditionally. He left. Disappeared and did not tell a soul. Did not leave something as simple as a note to ease my broken heart. I have never felt that kind of embarrassment. Time began to fold in on itself and the memories of him haunt me. I despise him for leaving me. I love him. I hate him. I hate myself for it.

You know how Peeta said that Katniss was pregnant and they were married? What if it were true? Go back to before the Quell and see how it all went down. The questions will start, and suspicions will be raised, but will Katniss stay safe, or is she once again in grave danger?

When our eyes met, the memories all came rushing back. From throwing her the bread to saying goodbye at the Lightening Tree to the red plaid dress on the first day of Kindergarten. I remembered it all so much clearer, the shiny memories seemed to fade to so much dimmer terrors. But she's nearly dead. How can I convince her to go on, that life is still worth living. How can I reignite the fire that burns in the eyes of Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, without getting burned in the process. (My second After Mockingjay story. I just want to make one a little more true to the books. This is not discontinuing Help Me Make It Through The Night and Here I Go Again. I just want to write a different view of what could have happened.)

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am eighteen years old. I survived The Hunger Games twice. Peeta was hijacked. He was rescued and he's fighting to return to his old self. I led the revolution that led to the fall of President Snow. Snow. Snow is dead. Coin is dead. Boggs is dead. Finnick is dead. Prim is dead. Everyone is dead and it's my fault. It's my fault. __ Even though the Hunger Games are gone, reduced to the hauntingly horrifying memory of those who took place in it, the demons of Katniss Everdeen's past loom over her, with her wherever she goes. Though she will learn to cope with her losses with the help of Peeta Mellark, whom she holds closely to her heart. Together, the two will help each other to become new people and start their lives again, braving all of the new horrors and setbacks to come with the other by their side. ~There are much worse games to play~ I don't own The Hunger Games. All rights go to Suzanne Collins.