Disclaimer: Hey! I just want to put it out there that I probably have ADHD or ADD because I can't sit still long enough to finish anything, with the exception of school because they make us. Anyway, here's something else I have been working on, plus the other twenty things.

My throat tightened as I watched the screen replay the last fight, the announcement of the lone victor. The pain in her gray eyes, the trill of her piercing scream, the last words to ever leave her paling lips; 'I'm sorry.' The thump of her body against the cool metal, heart-breaking cannon, hovercraft; she was gone. She was dead and the lone victor was without of doubt; District Two's, male tribute, Cato. His icy blue eyes, crimson blood dyed blonde hair, the struggle to speak with blood dripping into his mouth, the horror of his smirk as he killed her were forever embedded into my brain.

Tears streamed down my face, chocked sobs clutched in my throat, she was gone. Just like that my sister was dead. A sword right through her heart. She broke her promise, she wasn't coming home alive.

"You promised you would come home, Katniss! You promised." I screamed through my pain and tears. My mother sat, as only a shell again. I know she fought to stop from falling back into the black hole of depression, but it was inevitable and won hands down every single time against her. And I was only mere seconds from caving in, too.

I knew what was about to happen, but I still watched with a sliver of hope that she would win. That Katniss would come home and I could try to make things better for her, try to help her through the aftershock of the games. I knew better, and I don't know why I watched. Maybe it was because I wanted to tell her I loved her, when I couldn't before. Maybe it was because I just wanted to have my best friend around me, a girl who didn't just want me for my looks. I didn't want her to die, if not for me, but for Prim and Mrs. Everdeen. Katniss was strong, but even she couldn't defeat Cato. My gray Seam eyes locked onto the screen, watching the struggle.

"Come on Catnip." I murmured, trying hard not to cry.

"I'm going to end your flame, Girl on Fire." Cato smirked down at her, his sword inches from her heart.

She struggled, grunting as she tried in vain to push his hulking body from atop of her. Her determination and spark in her eyes wouldn't die, she wouldn't go down without a struggle.

"Any last words, Girl on Fire?" He smirked at her struggling form. The question was so cliche, I almost thought it would end with a hero. Alas, this was no fairy tale and miracles never come true in the Hunger Games.

She stopped struggling, looked around until her eyes landed on the camera. As if she was talking to the viewers, to me. "I'm sorry."

Confusion crossed Cato's face, but was quickly replaced by his ever so cocky smirk. It would remain a question forever to him and everyone else, but to me; It was her, breaking the promise to Prim.

I knew I would never get to tell her how I really feel.

"I love you Katniss." I whispered, hoping with all of my heart somehow she had heard it.

The sword slid through her chest, a sickening crack sounded. A strangled cry escaped Katniss's lips. I watched as her eyes dimmed, her fire extinguished. A blank stare on her face, she raised her three fingers to her lips. Shaking as she pointed them at the camera, at me. A single tear slipped from my eye as the cannon erupted.