SeddieThunder

Katniss. I can feel my hand reaching, stretching towards her through the haze of drugs in my system; she's not even in the room yet, just standing outside, a sheet of glass separates us. My mind is clouded by frustration and fear and confusion, but through it all I know that I want so much to touch her face, to feel her warmth under my skin again. I forgot what she feels like. Katniss. I love you. A harsh laugh yanks me from my thoughts. No you don't! She's a traitor! A venomous voice- belonging to the source of sick laughter -spits out at me. How could you ever love anyone like her? Wha- What are you talking about? I swallow hard, and