First chapter of maybe three or four? It depends! Please please please let me know how you like this one. I just had to write it, I felt like the words were forcing themselves onto the computer screen! Anyway, reviews make my day! Please and thank you. xoxoxo

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window outside of my room. I inhaled and smiled at the smell of bread spreading through the house, sending signals through my brain that Peeta was already here and working. It would be a good day.

We really had been doing well together. It'd been a year and…

Then it hit me. And I burst into tears.

I cried and cried into the sheets. Nothing else mattered. Not my routine with Peeta. Not eating or hunting. Nothing mattered except for the fact that one year ago, today, Prim was killed.

I cried until my body just wracked with tearless sobs. The rain continued to pound against the roof and I heard Peeta move around the kitchen.

I hoped he wouldn't check on me to see why I wasn't coming down to breakfast. Whenever we talked about something from the past, he'd get an episode and wouldn't come by for nearly a week, afraid of hurting me.

My head started to hurt. This was the day I'd been dreading for weeks. Every other time I thought about her, I was able to push it back. Peeta would bring up something else. He'd get my mind off of her… God, why wasn't he up here?

No, Katniss. I thought. He doesn't need to see you like this. That isn't good for him or for you.

I whimpered against my pillow and debated whether or not to go downstairs.

We had been growing closer. I mean, he cared about me. I knew that. He would fight off flashbacks for minutes. Enough time for me to leave, even though I never did. He would force me to eat when I just wanted to stay in my room all day. He even stayed late on his good days, fending off my nightmares as I dozed off, wrapped in his arms, the faint glow of the TV flashing behind my closed eyes. Why didn't I just go to him? We only had each other now. Shouldn't I start opening up to him?

My heart ached as I burst into tears again, not just for Prim but for me and Peeta too. Everything had been taken from us. Today. Today a year ago, our lives completely changed.

My sobs came in waves, hitting my body so hard I felt like a thousand bricks had landed on my heart. I missed everything about my 'old self'. My mother, even if she was broken. My little sister. Hunting with my best friend. Trading in the hob. All of it was gone.

Except for my boy with the bread.

I suddenly realized the only thing that could even start to make me feel better was Peeta. I needed him. He was the only person who could save me.

"Peeta," I cried, my eyes about to shut. The emotion was too much. "Peeta!" But my voice came out hoarse and broken. I couldn't tell if he had heard me or not. I gave up and buried my head in my pillow. "Please come up here," I whispered.

A minute later I heard my door open. Loud feet walked across the floor.

I looked up. "Peeta….?"

"Hey," he whispered as he sat down next to me. "Did you want to come down for breakfast?"

I shook my head miserably. "No."

He was silent for a minute. "Today's the day, isn't it?" he asked quietly, putting his hand tentatively on my back.

I burst into tears again.

"Katniss…" He sighed and laid down next to me, gathering me in his arms. "Hey, hey…It's okay."

I grasped onto him as if my life depended on it. "No it's not," I whispered against his chest. "She's gone…She's gone, Peeta."

He put a hand up to cradle my head. "Katniss…"

"Peeta…don't talk. Just stay here, okay?"

He kissed my head and brought me closer to him. "Okay, sweetheart."

I cried silently and he just held me tight. Everything from the past three years flashed through my head. I started to get overwhelmed, and pressed myself as close to him as I could. I closed my eyes in an effort to block out everything but his warm body against mine.

After a while, I think he believed I was asleep. He kissed my head again and whispered, "I still love you, beautiful," into my ear. My heart leaped, but I kept my eyes shut as he tucked my head under his chin. His hand found mine and he wound our fingers together. "Good night, Katniss."

He loved me. He still loved me.

This was it. A year later and we were both finally moving on.

I had to say something. I had to tell him that I loved him too. I think I convinced myself of that when I called for him to come upstairs. My voice was thick in my throat when I whispered his name. "Peeta?"

He jumped slightly.

"Peeta…It's okay," I whispered against his chest. "I…I love you too."

He looked down at me. "W…What?"

I smiled. "Peeta, it's always been you. I thought I never wanted to be with anyone," I sighed and took a deep breath. "But then I met you. I met you and everything changed. It took me a long time… But I love you."

He looked at me for a second before he crushed me to him. "Katniss…" His voice cracked. I looked up at him and saw tears running down his cheeks. "I'm so in love with you," he whispered.

I reached up and brushed the tears away. He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. "Thank you for not giving up on me," I whispered against his mouth. "Stay?"

He nodded, kissing me again. "Always."