Please?
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Peeta and I have made our little home in whatever was left of District 12. Of course, all the charred buildings and rubble have been washed away with bulldozers and replaced with shiny new buildings.
Sometimes Annie comes to visit, with her and Finnick's boy. He's still a baby, a chubby little bundle that never fails to make Peeta light up. When he glows, it's like a firefly in the night - a speck of light in a sea of black. I can see the longing behind Peeta's eyes, the sadness that he knows this is the one thing I'll never give him. He's like magic with that child, his arms cease all crying, his voice calming.
Peeta has always been good with people. I have never been good at anything more than survival, and barely so.
All of a sudden he is standing in front of me, cradling Annie and Finnick's boy, his lips searching for mine. He pushes my hair away from my face and looks at me intently. His gesture voices what he dares not question in words, Please?