Hey, nice seeing you again! I am beyond sorry , I know I promised to update quicker but my wire broke AGAIN after someone tripped over it =_= sigh..
Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter that you've been waiting for~ I'll try to update once a week, but I can't promise. I'll definately try though (:

White blurs seem to develop my vision, my ears hearing the pound of my sore heart with the distant ringing of the phone. I feel like I'm submerged in water, desperately trying to pull myself to the open air. A few more rings pass, then it ceases, making my muscles loosen and my vision returning to normal.

He called, he really called. And I was stupid enough to not answer. I mentally scold myself for my own ignorance as my shaky hands approach the phone cautiously as if made of glass.

Once my hand picks up the, I re-call him. It rings and now I'm even more tense. I should of answered the phone, waiting for the voice you haven't heard in what seems like years can really create a toll on a person, Several rings pass and I have the urge to hang up the phone when I hear the voice. His voice.

"Hello?".

My mouth opens but nothing comes out, not one peep. He is the one who made my heart beat fast just from the first impression. The one who gave me the wonderful gift. The one who helped me track down Peeta. The one who sacrificed his life for mine, the one who was nearly dead because of me.

"Keithase", I choke out. There's a lump in my throat, the lump that stays there where I'm about to cry, Not now, why now? Taking my free hand, I block my mouth from the sobs about to come out but It's too late. Before I know it I'm crying. Crying from depression, sorrow, grief, anger, frustration, stress,worry, guilt.

"Katniss, Katniss is that you?", Keithase says worriedly, He is the one who nearly died, yet he has the good will in him to care for me. The fragile crying girl.

"Keithase, I'm so sorry", I say between pants. Heavy sobs erupt in my ribs, making me breath sharply every few seconds."I- it's all my f-fault you were injured. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-".

"Katniss, it's okay, as long as you're safe. It wasn't your fault, it was my decision to do that. And it was the right decision, because you're here and talking to me. If you got hit...", he stops there, we both know where he's going. If I died there would be havoc in all Districts, Panem would be in a riot.

"Wait, did you get any injuries?", he asks worriedly.

"Only minor ones, I wasn't the once who got hit by a train", I say softly.

He exhales a deep sigh of relief. "That's good to hear."

There is an extended period of time, of pure silence. Maybe he has nothing else to say, but I wonder if he's thinking the same thing I'm thinking. How could this be happening? I take these moments to breath in and out, allowing myself to be calm and sane.

A few moments later he decides to talk again. "So, you're living in District 2 now?".

"Yeah, my house got destroyed back in District 12. So I'm here against my will", I say more casually. The lump in my throat clears and I feel better, somewhat.

"Aw, that's too bad. At least you have a great home now I heard. And you always have Peeta to lean on", he says comfortingly.

Always have Peeta to lean on. The words sound so bitter on my tongue, the meaning so fraud and far from reality, it's foreign in my mind. I was betrayed by my own husband, he ran off with someone else. I have no one to lean on, his shoulder is the last one I could be supported by. Before I know it I start sobbing hysterically.

"Katniss! Katniss, what's wrong? Is it something I said?", he asks anxiously.

"P-peeta left m-me", I say between gasp for air.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I had no clue", he says. In his tone, I know he regrets those words coming out of his mouth.

"It's o-okay. You didn't know", I trying to say convincingly. It's not his fault, he never knew, but getting a reminder of his betrayal does make an impact on me. A big impact. I am no longer the strong mighty leader that wasn't bothered by words, now I am as fragile as glass. Highly breakable.

"No it isn't okay. Do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to come over?".

I don't hesitate before answering. "T-that would be nice", I say.

"Okay, I'll be there right away. Sit down and relax. Bye".

Xxxxx

Ring.

The doorbell goes off and I prepare for his arrival. Now I regret not taking time to brush out my hair, thoroughly getting ready. I look like a mess, and anyone with vision can see that. I stop in front of the door, where I can see his blurred silhouette through the cream translucent drapes over the window door. My hands find my hair where I feel nothing but frizz. I brush through the tangles and obstacles, trying to somewhat make the nest on my head seem less bold. After several strokes, I give up knowing that only a shower will defeat it. Sighing, I open the door and watch as his blue eyes meet mine, vibrant and now full of life compared to his lifeless figure on the hospital bed. My emotions run high and I run into his arms, which he gladly welcomes.

This is the first time I have felt loved, appreciated and had someones arms to support me in a long time.

Eheh, sorry for the cheesy and lame ending. Review, they make my day! (L) And review for cheesiness..if that's a word! : D