Setting: Mockingjay, during the invasion, just before the street was filled with tar.

For all you Keeta/Everlark/Peenis fans, Take your tissues out now.


I am a warrior, a fighter. No, I am eminent. A kindling flame on the verge of suffocation. But I must go on. Tears sting the back of my eyes as the memory floods back. "Peeta!" I scream as I see the tripwire in his path. His foot brushes the line, and he looks up in fear. We all dive for cover, but it's too late for him. Bullets thud into his chest as I dive for cover. A spray of bullets sweep the street. As the ricochet of the bullets end, I spring up & run to Peeta. "Peeta," I beg, staring at his wounds. He is barely hanging on for life. His eyes start to flutter shut. "Peeta!" I yell as sobs start to rack my whole body. "Stay with me..." I whisper as the first tear falls. I feel hands on my arms, and words being whispered into my ears, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is Peeta. I see his lips form one word, and everything starts to fall apart. His body goes limp, and so does mine. Tears flow violently out of my eyes as I am dragged away from my dandelion. "Deep in the meadow..." I whisper between sobs, "Under the willow," The lyrics comment together perfectly, "A bed of grass, a soft green pillow..." I don't finish the song, it's the only connection I have left to Peeta. My throat tightens, and I wail, unashamed of anything. I will miss him, and nothing could fill that gap, already opening where my heart used to be.


A/N: I'm sorry, I just had to.