Ever since the rebellion ended, Peeta has stuck by my side through everything. I finally told Peeta how I felt and everything has been great. Except that Peeta still has hijack attacks. At first they we were lucky to have one attack every fourth month. Its becoming more frequent now and as a result, I've had panic attacks and nightmares. My panic attacks are also triggered by stress and bad news. Peeta doesn't know about these attacks, I don't want to worry him. There's two things that calm me done, the first is the pearl Peeta gave me. I usually keep it in the pocket of my pants, so if I ever do have an attack I grab it out and rub its smooth surface between my thumb and fore finger. The second is Peeta himself. The soothing sounds he whispers in my ears, the feel of his hand stroking my face and hair, the way he holds me. But theres times where the attacks are unexpected, but I always make it to the pearl in time. One day I feel as if something terrible will happen. Its happening again. My breathing is fast. My body shakes. I try to make my way to my bed-side table. It doesn't work well. My legs give out halfway there. I start to panic more. My lungs hurt as a result of not getting enough air. The one thing that can help calm me is so close, yet so far away. Black spots start to crowd my vision, a jolt of pain spreads from ribs outwards. I hear footsteps in the hallway coming towards the room. I try to call out and nothing escapes from my lips except for my ragged breaths. I hear my name being called, "Katniss…Katniss" More black spots start to crowd my vision, making it hard to see. Then he's there, stopped dead in his tracks. He rushes over to me and kneels next to me. I look up to his face, he's saying something that I can no longer hear. He lifts my head into his lap and starts stroking my hair. I manage one word before I'm swallowed by darkness. That one word is "Peeta,".