A/N: Hullo readers! Description says all. Enjoy, and, as always, I like constructive concritcism. I don't own Suzanne Collins.

She said no

I said yes

I did it, I know.

Now we are hopeless,

Without our spirit of innocence.

I lie, in guilt

She lies, in anger

It cannot be rebuilt,

Not after this blur.

I did not know.

I did not know what I did,

I did not know she was there.

And now we are rid -

Rid of her gentle flare.

Because of me.

How can I face those dearest to her,

Now that it is all my fault?

They will face me only with anger.

Their response is only default -

I run away.