It wasn't the first time he regretted; no.

She had been sweet, caring, everything he wanted her to be. He had believed that she was there because she wanted him, but when he had woken the next morning she was gone.

He sees her in town, buying sweets; he wonders if that was why she fled this morning. He approaches her, a large smile lighting his face as he calls out her name.

Her head whips around, her braid flying behind her. When her gaze falls on him she flees.
He's left staring after her, just like he's always done.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, and I do not profit from this in any way. I'm not sure what else to say...