Disclaimer. I do NOT own The Hunger Games series. *Sniff*
****SPOLIER ALERT!**** for Mockingjay.
Prim looked at me with her big, sincere eyes wide open. She was scared. I try to run to her, even though I know it's too late. The parachute explodes. Again. And then I feel the fire, slowly swallowing my body , but I'm too shocked to actually process that my skin is on fire . Because, the truth is, the worst kind of pain isn't physical.
As soon as I open my eyes and sit, reality hits me like a bucket of cold water, like every single night since Prim died. She wasn't coming back, and it was my fault.
Lately the nightmares had been getting worse: more dead children, Peeta being tortured and Prim exploding were the worst, and I usually woke up with a sore throat and covered in sweat.
Yeah, this was just like any other night.
But then the door opened.
I didn't even bother to look. I knew who it was, even before he spoke.
"Katniss?" he whispered softly as he closed the space in between. I could barely see him, as my eyes were filled with unshed tears. "I could hear you scream. I was worried."
We spent a moment of silence.
"She's not coming back, Peeta." he carefully sat down beside me on the bed, caressing my cheek for comfort.
"I know." was all he said. But I heard what he couldn't tell me. Because we both knew it wasn't going to be okay. We were broken beyond repair.
"I'm sorry." I apologised after a long pause. I was sorry for so many things. It would be a never-ending list of apologies, because if it weren't for me, nothing would have happened.
He pulled me in for a tight hug. Right then I realised how much I really missed him.
"It wasn't your fault. Stop torturing yourself."
Oh, but it was my fault and we knew it. But I let him comfort me for what felt like hours. And when he thought I was asleep and stood up to leave, I grabbed him by the wrist and asked him to stay.
And he didn't say no.
