Sitting on that train, you sigh, waiting for Katniss to walk through that door. Fate is truly mocking you and your best friend. Fate is mocking and cruel, you can't help but think something like that, let a thought like that germinate as you watch the landscape unfold and change outside the window.

We're in the 74th Edition, and you volunteered last year precisely to prevent Katniss from going to the Arena since her name had been drawn. So what you did, was it for nothing? You survived that hellish Arena, you watched the other tributes die without being able to do anything to help, which is completely contrary to your altruistic nature, and all this nightmare for what? To see and have to be the Mentor of the one you'd wanted to protect from the very beginning?

So lost in your thoughts, you didn't even hear the sound of the door opening and closing, gently. Almost as if she were ashamed. It's never happened before.

You look up at her and see her expression, a mixture of guilt and sorrow.

"I...I'm sorry. But I couldn't let them kill Prim." Her voice is an unsure whisper that seems to echo, not only in the train room, but also in the gap between you, a chasm that, despite everything, you choose to leap.