The light of the moon twinkles above my head, as I walk home from a long day of hunting, as I see a light on in the kitchen. My heart aches for Peeta, but right now I'm with Gale. He keeps trying to make a move, but I refuse his kisses. I grab my key from my back pocket, and unlock the door. I hope Peeta will return from Dr. Arelius' care soon, because I miss him so much. I miss his sweet lips, kissing me slowly and passionately. I look around the dark hallway.

Gale appears in the door way of the kitchen, and I walk up to him. I place my game bag on the table. He moves closer, and cups my chin in his hands. I gives me a half smile, and then places his lips over mine. It isn't exactly what I would call a kiss, more like a half kiss, because he was the only one kissing. I wasn't kissing back, and he notices. He pulls away, and looks at me. I stare down at the ground. He lifts my head. "Why do you love him? I thought you chose me, but your still in love with him. When you blank out, you think about him. Don't you?" He looks at me for a second, and then stomps up the stair case. I hear a door slam shut, and then I walk into the kitchen. On the table is a dark red table cloth, and a candle in the center. On the plates are pasta on one of them is a small, black velvet box. I open it, and there is a diamond ring, in the shape of a snare. A tear rolls down my cheek. And I walk into the living room. I go over to the fireplace, and take down the picture of my parents on their wedding day. I take out the small key tied to the back. I press the small key in my hand, and walk out the door. I walk over to Peeta's house. I unlock the door to his house, and walk upstairs. I open his room, to find painting scattered all around the room. All with the same faces. Mine. It doesn't look like me. The girl in the pictures look so much more beautiful. She doesn't look completely despicable. She looks nearly happy. She looks perfect. She does look amazing. I take off my shirt, and wrap my body around the sheets. I press my face into the pillow and inhale. In faintly smells like him. I cry, and sniffle. I roll over, and reach into the next bedside table. I reach under the discarded papers and find the small pearl.

I grab it and roll it against my lips. Imaging his smooth lips instead of the pearl.

I start crying and place the pearl on the table. I curl up, and slowly rock myself back and forth to sleep.