Here I am again, lying in this exact same bed. I never thought in a million years that I would be back here. Just like the first time I spent most of the night tossing and turning trying to sooth the butterflies in my stomach. I got up and started pacing around my room. I knew that if it came down to it I would have to kill him. No, I couldn't. I could never kill someone as sweet as him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself anyway. What with him having a fiancé and a baby along the way. I can't stand being caged in this solitary room any longer so I direct myself to the same spot I would sit and think ten years ago. I push open the door and hear the wind as I walk out onto the top of the building overlooking the Capital. I walk over to the ledge but stop short. There is a figure sitting where I would always sit. I take a few steps forward and realize that it's Peeta. My heart practically stops as I see him sitting there, the wind was throwing his hair around his beautiful face and the lights of the Capitol reflecting in his eyes. The scene was perfect had it not been the night before the 75th Hunger Games. I wish I could have stood there all night but he realized that I was watching him and he looked over. I had to admit, he had the cutest smile I have ever seen.
"What are you doing up here?" He asked walking over to me with a huge grin.
"I just came up here to think, seeing as tomorrow is the big day."
"Oh, well, I'll get going then. I was getting kinda tired anyway."
"Oh, alright. Good night then."
"Night." I felt my stomach sink more with each step away from me he took.
"Wait!" I practically yelled turning to face him. I must have startled him because he had also turned around, but was in a fighting stance. "S-sorry, I just. Why don't you stay up here with me? I would really love the company." He relaxed and smiled once more.
"Sure." I sat down on a small two person bench and Peeta sat down next to me.
"So, are you nervous?"
"Are you kidding me? I am just going to be shoved into another arena with people that are going to try to kill me along with the environment itself for some rich people's enjoyment. No, I'm not nervous at all." We both sat there and laughed for a few moments. "That was a really beautiful poem you read up there during the interview."
"Thanks. Congratulations by the way." I felt my heart sink even further into my stomach as I admitted to myself the fact that he was taken and I would never have him.
"Huh? Congratulations for what?"
"On your soon to be family."
"Oh. That."
"You don't seem too happy about it." For the new few moments the only noise was the wind.
"Can I tell you something Finnick?" Just at the sound of him saying my name made my heart flutter.
"Anything."
"I didn't want to propose to Katniss, she isn't even pregnant." He sighed deeply and looked at the ground. "I don't even really love her." My heart soared. Could something this truly amazing happen just hours before The Hunger Games? But just because he didn't love Katniss did not mean that he was in love with me.
"If you don't love her then why did you propose?"
"So that we could keep up the whole star-crossed lovers gimmick going and President Snow wouldn't kill her."
"So let me get this straight. Katniss isn't pregnant, and you are throwing your life and any chance of happiness away just so you can protect her?" Peeta solemnly nodded his head.
"I don't really have another choice now. I already told the entire world that lie. If I told them all the truth Katniss and I would both be killed." Peeta shivered from the wind or the thought of what the Capitol would do to him I don't know. Though either way I wanted to comfort him. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer to me.
"It's okay, alright? Let's go back inside. It's cold up here." I stood up and offered out my hand to him. He gladly took it and we walked back into the warm building. We had to hurry quickly or else we might get caught by someone. "Well, good luck in the games tomorrow." I felt horrible leaving him at his door like that. But I had to leave before one or both of us got caught. I smiled and turned away heading for my room.
"Finnick!" Peeta yelled quietly. I turned around in alarm to see what was wrong. But all I saw was Peeta standing there holding his door open halfway unsure if he wants to go in.
"What is it?" I asked approaching him again. It was silent for a few moments and he closed his door.
"D-do you think that I could, um. Stay in your room tonight?" I never thought that I could be this happy.
"Of course." That was the happiest I had ever seen Peeta in the short time that I have known him.