For a time, I thought the worst thing that could happen was that I'd be Reaped.

And then it happened.

And then I thought that the worst thing that could happen was that I'd die in the Arena before I could ensure Katniss' survival.

But she didn't die.

And neither did I.

I found out after that there are worse things than being Reaped. Worse than dying in the Arena trying to save the one you love.

They don't tell you that the worst thing is to live after.

To keep breathing.

To dream.

To watch the girl you love desperately disengage and disappear.

To realize it was all a show.

It is worse than being Reaped. Than dying.

And still I live on.

Still trying to figure out what the next worst thing will be.

AN: Happy St Paddy's Day! Just before I head out I figured I'd drop this here. Chapter updates may be less often than my other stories, but I'll do my best to keep them consistent. Cheers!