With the extra wing to the house not yet finished, there really weren't many places Katniss could hide. The couch had become her bed, her room one shared jointly now with Prim. She had made that announcement from the bedroom. There was some sort of sanctuary within there, one she refused to let be tarnished by the one time she and Sokka had had sex in there. The bed smelled like her sister. The mural on the walls a warm reminder of both Peeta and the forests of her home that she loved so much.

She sat on the bed, back propped up by pillows, as she stared at some of the responses on the journal. Some she had already responded to - got into heated arguments, reluctantly wound up searching her soul for some understanding of her own. Of how she could relate to some of the stories shared. How she could manage with some of the losses she had now forced.

When Richard walked in, she looked up. Stared at him, bracing herself for a verbal lashing. Because there was no way he could care for her now, let alone even like her. He'd be moving out now, wouldn't he? Wanting absolutely nothing to do with Katniss Everdeen or any part of her screwed up life. He'd leave her now rather than... than sometime in the future when he got sent home. And... and it'd be better.

It'd be so much better to... to lose him.

Tears pricked her eyes for the first time since Sokka broke up with her. Letting the journal fall down on the bed beside her, she curled her knees up to her chest and finally started to sob. She'd lose Richard. She'd lose Richard just like she lost her father once. Not to death, but to something far, far worse.

Because of something she caused.