To be honest i am a bit confused myself about when this happens.
It is sort of a different take to when Katniss and Buttercup mourn over Prim in Mockingjay.
It kind of just came to me and was inspired when i finished reading Mockingkay. I dont own anything. I hope you like it!
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It has been almost a week. The loneliness is so close to overtaking me and I have yet to accept that I am lonely because Prim isn't here. It's when Buttercup hisses at me that it starts.
"She's not here!" I yell with anger. "She's not here because I didn't protect her! It's my fault!"
I almost sound childish to myself. But wasn't the point of all this to protect her? For me to go into the games instead of her so she could live even if I couldn't? My whole world feels shattered, empty and pointless as I finally let out the tears that I have been holding back for God knows how long.
I hear a twist of the doorknob and suddenly I am worried about who it is and them seeing me like this, but then I start crying even more and I know there is no point trying to stop myself.
It's Peeta. His eyes are tired and his body looks weak but he walks over cautiously, making sure that I am not frightened by him. I barely acknowledge him and I try to cover up my face in embarrassment but then sever sadness and I realize it is just Peeta. No matter how much the Capitol screwed up his mind and how much he must despise me for all I have put him through, he has seen me at my strongest and at my weakest.
I discover that his arms are still strong and warm as he envelops me in them, as if shielding me from the world will make it go away. I realise how much I have missed his touch, and his scent.
He caresses my hair and plays with it to soothe me and eventually my cries turn into sobs and then into whimpers.
But when it comes back, even if only for a few seconds, he grips my hand tightly and holds onto me as if he will never let go. When the sounds of my sobbing seem to become too painful for his to listen to I see him almost pressing his lips to mine, but he pulls back, desperately resisting the temptation.
At times I wish he would because I just want to shut myself up and I don't know how.
He stays there and holds me until I become silent. Although neither of us say a word, I know it's clear that he still loves me after all that's happened. Just like he did before. I wonder if he is thinking about the same thing.
I let myself drift off to sleep in his arms and wake up to him gently pressing his lips against my temple. Something in my heart stirs and the realization hits me. Peeta is the one I can't survive without, not Gale.
And in the darkness of the night I feel his breathing and I reach over to place a kiss on his lips, hoping that he gets the message.
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