"Stop saying it like you mean it." He hisses into my ear, and turns away. I can't blame him, after all that happened at the game. I know I hurt him. I know I can't fix it. But I wish I could just make him forget that I ever told him, make him know I love him. Because now, 3 months later in the rain, I know I hurt him.
"Peeta, please." I whisper, but he shakes his head. I know I've taken his kindness and acceptance for granted.
"I just don't understand why." He states, his eyes cold and distant. I don't want to see the tears. Peeta doesn't cry.
"Why can't you find someone who will love you better than I can, then?" I snap, and his body spins. His glare fixated on me, and I know I said the wrong thing.
"Because I've never loved anyone but you, and that will never change." And with that, he heads back inside the house.