A/N: Written for the Girl On Fire Comment Ficathon on livejournal. I've never written The Hunger Games fic before and am quite proud of this, even if it's short. Enjoy and review.

Prompt: (mockingjay!peeta/katniss), now you still speak of day old hate (...) and i fall, i fall, i falter / but i will find you before i drift away


She destroys him in his dreams.

There might be blood. Peeta can't be too sure. There are screams, screams everywhere, and he's uncertain as to whose mouth they're coming out of. Either way, the wails echo throughout his mind like phantoms.

She sets things aflame in his dreams.

She takes things away. This girl is on fire and she burns everything that he cares about to the ground. The ashes blow in all sorts of directions, sticking to his skin. Peeta is painted black.

She is a mutt in his dreams.

And maybe she's a mutt in the waking world. Her hair is in a normal braid, and her lips curve just like any other girls would, but something is telling Peeta that her eyes are inhuman. In his memories they shine, like some monster. Here, now, in front of him, her eyes shine again. But from tears.

She breaks him in his dreams.

He loves her. He hates her. He has to stay with her. He has to run from her. He has to protect her. He has to kill her. He has to do all of these things at once. Something is tilting in Peeta's mind, but then there is that wall of terror telling him that she is not what she seems. That she is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He'll go insane if he climbs over that wall of terror. Peeta thinks that maybe going insane will be like going back to normal.

She runs from him in his dreams.

He has to chase after her. He has to. His feet are propelling him forward before his mind can tell him that it's a bad idea.

She leaves him in his dreams.

It's what's best. He's a killer. It's what's best. His heart withers away.

She sings to him in his dreams.

He's okay. He reasons that he'll be okay as long as he can hear her voice. Her name is Katniss and she is real. He is awake and she is right in front of him. Always.

She is in his dreams.