DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games, Katniss or Peeta.
Italics are Peeta's thoughts.
However, I do own this, my very first story (yay!).
The smoke was blinding. Worse yet, the smoke was so thick he couldn't catch his breath. Didn't matter now, he had to find her. She had to be here in the forest, it's her safe haven. But the fire was moving too fast and kept nicking his heels. Despite the lack of oxygen to his lungs, he knew if he slowed down it would be too late. She wouldn't make it.
Must go faster! Keep running!
Finally!
The clearing was just ahead. She was waiting. He allows himself to slow down just a little and calls out her name. She turns to face him, slowly. Gives him a sad smile and lifts her arms, the way she did at the interviews to twirl. In a rush of fire she has transformed.
A mockingjay flies away from where she once stood.
Peeta jolts awake, and looks frantically around him. He sees her laying near him, peaceful in sleep for once.
Only a dream…
