Peeta's POV
White noise is all I hear. A girl with a long braid drips tears and snot onto me. A man is kissing me. These three things are the only things I know after hitting the forcefield. White noise. Pretty girl. Currently kissing a man. White noise. Pretty girl. Currently kissing a man. I repeat that until I remember something else. I love the girl with the braid and the tears. Her name is Katniss. Then I take my second first breath, with her name on my lips.
Katniss's POV
He must be dead, for sure. He's been gone a long time now. Finnick has stopped with the CPR and has resumed a position of sitting by Mags. I caress Peeta's face and kiss his forehead as calmly as I can so I don't feel like the world is slipping from under my feet.
"Katniss," a weak voice said. It was quiet. It was worn out. But it was alive.
"PEETA!" I sobbed as I flung myself onto his chest and buried my face deep into the crook of his neck. I smelled singed hair and the mix of salt and dirt gets onto my tongue as I kiss him repetitively.
After a while, Finnick clears his throat through his smile. "Must be those pregnancy hormones, Katniss,"
Finnick's POV
"Yes, I guess so," Katniss spluttered, dismounting from Peeta's chest. I could see another round of tears would resurface. All I could tell from that was, this is not an act, she loves him.