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My hands fumble on the door knob. The pouring rain certainly isn't helping me barge into Peeta's house. My red, bruised, cracked, fists are not creating pounding loud enough to wake the sleeping resident. That resident contains
the relief that I crave in this moment. I was sleeping like the man behind the thick oak doors. I was sleeping until the nightmares washed over my peaceful, blissful, calming dreams. Sweat soaked the bed and my body. Running to Peeta was my first
instinct since the games. Peeta was the only solution to the pain that was always racking my body.
The door showed no indication of budging, opening, or better yet breaking. My back slid down the slick intricate design carved into the door, most definitely designed by a famous capitol designer. The cold steps preceding the
small veranda were soaked with rain and tears. I stood from the cold steps shivering. I turned my back from my only hope of comfort.
Walking up my own porch steps I heard splashes of heavy feet through the puddles. I could hear those non-hunter-like feet from a mile away, and recognized the sound in a second. Peeta had come. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly,
just the way he had done to stop me from eating the nightlock. My whole body relaxed and fell away from all of the harsh reality. My heartbeat suddenly slowed from the rush that it was to the slow rhythmic beat that is is now.
Three years later, he can still calm me down, knows me best, and is my favorite person to be around. We still have a love for each other, not in the same romantic way, but as one can only love someone that they've loved forever. It's a comfort
to have him across the capitol paved path.
I turn to pull him into a tight embrace. His hands automatically fall into their place around my waist and the back of my neck. Even if I did love him in a different way, he could never love me the same. I'm a mutt. Capitol bred.
Capitol raised. First class, mutt. We have the ability to hurt each other. Will he hurt me? Will I hurt him? Will I make it through this life without going insane?
His warmth has finally reached my heart. His cheek is pressed against the top of my head and is engulfing all of me, my fears, my stress, everything, and he is removing it from my burden. He is what
makes me a little less bad, and a little more good. Hopefully he will stay. I want him to stay with me. If he leaves, I will have nothing to be, have nothing to do, what will be the point?
He pulls me gradually under the awning of my porch away from the rain. He is still tangled in the mess that is me when I finally breath the first words. It had all been silent until this moment. I had so many questions. For example,
why did he come, why did he care, why did he still love me, or even show up? Peeta was as much a mystery to me as I was to him.
"Why did you come?" The first words that I utter are met with silence and several light laughs from the young man standing across from me.
"Why did you come to my house?" Why can't he just answer my question?
"I had a nightmare. You know that Peeta."
"I came because you needed me. You werethere for me while we were in the capitol whenI was brainwashed and crazy. Katniss, we save each other, it's what we do."
I gently pushed open my own front door and walked up the stairs, hand in hand with Peeta. I don't remember past that moment, but one thing I do know, every moment was good. I was finally happy. Would he stay with me? Yes, he would, Always.