(A/N: A bit of fluff to start us off.)
Peeta and I were walking. The breeze whisked leaves from the trees into sparratic dancing in the air, twirling petals with green across the adjacent field. We were side-by-side, his warm hand brushing mine every now and then. In the sunlight, his blond hair looked like golden wheat. We were silent for a while before he spoke.
"I miss Rue." he said. I blinked. I had made an Alliance with the girl. How could he possibly miss her? Peeta talked again. When he spoke, the words sounded soft and sweet.
"You loved her a lot, didn't you?"
"Yes." I choked out the word. She didn't deserve to die the war she had. She should've grown up, had kids, gotten married. She was the kind of person that you knew deserved better than her lot. Abruptly, Peeta stopped. I halted with him. He took my hand in his. Jolts of electricity and warmth spread up my body. Being with him felt so...amazing. These past weeks had been simply perfect. Peeta leaned forward, balancing on his toes, his newly found height above me by three inches. He kissed me and entangled his hands in my hair. I never wanted it to end. These surprise kisses were nothing new. After competing in the Games, we learned to treasure every moment that we're alive. Because we may not get another minute.
But right then, I loved every one that passed. We pulled apart and I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his breathing. He rested his chin on the top of my head. We were synchronized. Love was something you couldn't fake. Truthfully, I had been kidding myself in the Games. I was trying to convince myself that I didn't love him. That I could live without him. Because I had known that it would be painful to let him go. To hear the boom of the cannon, to see his picture in the sky. Those days were over. I closed my eyes, letting the seconds, minutes, hours, and days fade away. Only now mattered. I was with him.