Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Hunger Games or Catching Fire. This is just a small scene that I wanted to add to the end of Catching Fire. No particular reason why. Just thought it should be there.

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ Catching Fire! You have been warned. ;-)

This is my first fanfic for this series. If you have a second, I would really appreciate a review. :-)

My world is spinning out of control.

Home is gone – destroyed forever.

Peeta is probably being tortured right now. I take comfort in the fact that there's nothing they can do to him that would be worse than two rounds in the Hunger Games.

Unless they make him sleep.

Being without me – not knowing if I'm alive, or where I am…

His nightmares will be terrible.

Gale tried to reassure me that they'll keep him alive.

As bait.

But it's obvious I won't be allowed to go after him. I'm too important.

The mockingjay.

They won't even let Finnick save Annie.

I want to scream again. Yell at the top of my lungs that Peeta is the one worth saving.

I may be the face of the revolution, but he is its voice. He always has been.

Isn't that worth something?

Gale tells me that Prim and my mother are waiting for me in District 13. But I doubt seeing their faces will ground me. I let them go already. Gale, too. I let everyone go. Except the one person I was desperately trying to save. The one person who is gone.

Peeta.

The Rebellion has shifted the axis of what used to be my world.

Haymitch's plan has destroyed its center.

But I sob because I know I had a hand in the damage. It was so simple that I never saw it coming.

All I had to do was twirl.

I haven't stopped spinning since.

So… how did I do?