I rest my head on his shoulder and he brushes my hair out of my face. I smile and he wraps his protective arms around me.
"I love you," I say into him.
"I love you, too."
I close my eyes and we stay like this. Soon I begin to tear up, and hear his voice telling me it's okay.
"I'm sorry. It's just Rue... And Prim. Oh, God, Prim. And my father." I miss them so bad it hurts.
"It's okay, Katniss," Peeta says.
But I don't think so.
"Peeta, do you think she's in heaven?" I ask.
"I don't think," He says. "I know. Both of them. Angels watching over you." I feel a bit relived. "I hate the Hunger Games," I say.
"Me, too. But we're safe now. All of us."
"I was too late to save them!" I begin to sob. "If I was only a couple seconds faster, I could've saved both of them!"
"I know," He says soothingly.
"What about Finnick? And Boggs! And Cato and Marvel and Prim and Leeg One and Mitchell! I killed them all!" I cry.
"I killed Mitchell," He says, his voice breaking.
"No. It was me! If I didn't pull out those berries, none of this would've happened! God, I hate myself!"
"But I love you."
