DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This takes place after the first book. It's entirely in Peeta's P.O.V. It's just the first little introductory paragraph. Let me know if you would be interested in having me write more. I will update it every two or three days. Thanks, :)
Peeta's P.O.V.
I know I shouldn't care, after all… I am still alive, but part of me is broken, a part that will never seem to be ok again until I can call Katniss my own. She saved my life in the arena. I should be thanking her, but all I can seem to do is resent her. All those moments we had together, they weren't real. Katniss kissed me for the cameras and it never meant a thing. To me, it meant everything. My heart still flutters when I even think about it. It takes everything for me to be able to not breakdown and cry. All I really want is for her to be happy. I wish she would be happy with me instead of Gale. I know they have a history, but for crying out loud I am always there for her now! I hold her while she sleeps so she can be able to rest without having nightmares. I listen to her talk about how she wishes she could have ran off with Gale and never been in the Hunger Games.. I love her with all my heart and soul. I want her to know that. So tomorrow, I will tell her. I will put my heart out on the line. Katniss Everdeen will be my girl. Forever and always.