"I was more concerned about getting you help than making out with you while you were dying" I say in a raised tone, "Have I done something?" He asks, "No it's just me" I assure him. Aren't you worried that one of us might be sent away in 2 days" I ask, "I'm more scared of being sent away knowing I was a coward for not telling you how I felt" he argued. Be happy for 2 days or have the chance of being sent into a murder ring knowing you were a loser for letting the guy of your dreams eat himself thinking you didn't like him. "I- I don't even know anymore" I huff as I throw my hands in the air flicking my half of the cardigan off my shoulders. All theses decisions, worries and thoughts buzzing in my mind not letting my inner voice find itself and think. I'm just drowning in an ocean of guessing and regretting. 16 Year Old Willow is an independent wreck of emotions, based in District 11 with only half her family left. When she is reaped for the 64th Hunger Games her whole existence spirals out of her control. Will she see him again? Especially since they just started to be honest with each other. - collaborating with @Isabellethebookwormw