I ride the elevator up to our floor, awaiting peace and maybe a conversation with Willow. If I'm lucky. But I've seen Willow like this before. She acted the same way when Penny yelled in school how she had a crush on me.
But no, there was no peace.
As the elevator came to a stop, I heard the music. Beautiful music, as if professional musicians were playing on the 12th floor itself. After some walking around, I found the source of the music; Willow's room. For a moment, I stood dumbfounded. Willow plays an instrument? Since when? When I quietly peeked into her room, I saw that she wasn't playing, but dancing.
Though I knew that Willow didn't dance, her feet moved with such a grace. Her eyes were closed and she was surrounding herself in music. The short hair she had was softly bouncing with her movements. She seemed at peace. She looked... happy.
For a moment, jealously washed over me. Wouldn't it be nice to experience some peace a week before the Hunger Games. But, I'd need to find my peace.
It seemed like hours as I watched her, debating whether or not to go in and dance or talk with her.
Eventually, my legs grew tired and I walked to my own room. I quickly changed into a white t-shirt and sweatpants and laid in bed, thoughts running crazy in my head. About Willow. About Penny. It was all too confusing for me, especially a tired me.
I won't get mad. Penny's words bounced around in my thoughts. Leaving Penny for Willow, even if it was for the Games, couldn't happen, and the three of us knew it. Yet, I had kissed Willow's cheek without even a second thought about Penny. What did that say about me?
A tear making its way down my cheek, I crawled into bed, pulling the blankets close to me, and went to sleep