I don't own the Hunger Games series, but I wish I did because it's awesome. Thanks for reading, and please review so I can become a better writer. Constructive criticism is accepted. Hateful comments are annoying and pointless and by doing so your only hurting yourself, cause you'll either feel guilty after you post it and know it's to late to take it back, or get annoyed, and faustrated when I don't care and ignore you, so yeah stop posting mean comments.
"STOP HURTING HIM!" I screamed as I broke free from the prison that was my nightmares. Peeta shot up before I could even open my eyes.
"Katniss what's wrong?" I sobbed and Peeta grabbed me and held me in his arms. Honestly, his arms were the only place a felt safe in the world anymore. He was so strong, and it made me feel protected. He was holding me like a baby and I was leaning against his chest crying. He gently brushed the hair out of my eyes and rubbed my back whispering, "Shhhhhhhh… It's ok… It's ok… Shhhhhhhh" And I could already feel myself drifting off.
That's the thing about Peeta. He kept me anchored. No matter how crazy I got he could always bring me back. He reminded me that I loved him, and that gave me a reason to come back. "They were hurting you." I whispered.
"What?"
"In my nightmare. They were hurting you. I couldn't get to you. You were in pain and there was nothing I could do. I was forced to listen to you scream. I thought I was going to lose you, but… I can't lose you. I need you and… I love you." He looked speechless, so I continued. "I've always loved you. I was stupid for ever thinking I loved Gale, I never loved Gale. I was stupid to hurt you in all those ways that I did. I can never make up for it, but," Before I could say more he pressed his lips to mine. I could feel him smiling as we kissed, and it made me smile to. At first the kiss was gentle, but as the feeling I had on the beach, and it became more intense. I tried to pull him closer, but He pushed me away from him. I didn't want to stop, but I couldn't force myself on Peeta.
"You love me. Real or not real?" Peeta whispered. I stared into his eyes, and decided that the shade of blue was my new favorite color.
"Real. It's always been real. Always."