I fondle her braid between my fingers, even in the state she's in she still manages to remain beautiful. Though her hair is slightly tattered it comforts me to feel her hair in between my fingers.

I look at my outstretched hand, feeling the berry juices seep between the lumps and bumps in my palm. I'm not quite sure what Katniss is trying to achieve but I trust her, she's the only person I've ever loved; as far as I know… ever love.

Our eyes meet for a moment and I feel happy, even though I was so close to death I suppose I'm lucky because I have her now to see me through this pain that I'm feeling. I don't think I'll ever forget the games, I don't think I want to because it brought us together but right now all I'm focused on is winning the game so we can go home together.

I lift my hand to my mouth and she does the same, we pause a little before the nightlock reaches our mouths, we wait but there's nothing. I give Katniss a worried glance, I thought this would work- they have to have their victor right?

But only one victor is allowed.

That's when the girl on fire bursts into flames.

I can smell her skin burn under my nose, I go into a state of panic, if I could put the flames out now she might recover. I take the water from my pack and pour it over her but it's no use, she burns brighter and faster until I'm surrounded by flames.

I scream out "KATNISS!", she disappears from my sight. The smell nauseates me until I drop to the floor. I carry on screaming out her name as tears flow down my face; my voice become hoarse until I can only manage a whisper of her name.

"Katniss…"

The flames engulf me, and though I'm warm on the outside I'm cold on the inside. I've lost her… Katniss Everdeen, the girl from the seam.

I close my eyes only to open them, awaking paralysed in terror.

I adjust to my surroundings, Katniss is sleeping peacefully beside me, no point in waking her, I'm here to look after her and protect her from her nightmares not bug her about my own. Every night I walked past her room and heard her screaming I couldn't help but hold her tight in my arms and tell her everything would be okay. I love Katniss but I'm not sure she loves me, infact after the games she told me herself that her feelings for me were false, all for show to keep us alive in the games. Part of me can't believe that, Katniss seems to have a genuine concern for me occasionally and nights like these were I hold her and shield her from her nightmares seem so real, like we're in madly in love.

Though what about Gale? Did she have feelings for him or has she only considered them now because she's confused. I feel like this is my last chance to express my feelings for her, after this we'll probably never speak again. I want to impress her, show her that I could be the better guy if she'd only give me the chance.

It's strange how I'm not bitter toward her, after she lead me on but I can't help loving her. Ever since that time when was five, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about her. Her hair so pretty in two braids instead of one, her enthusiasm to enlighten us with her voice and that beautiful voice that made the birds stop to listen- I was a total goner.

I guess I'll have the rest of the night to think about it as tomorrow we'd reach the Capitol on the last part of our victory tour.