''You love me, real or not real?'' I hold my breath. I know my answer but does he still love me? I'm scared I'll lose him if he doesn't feel the same way. I couldn't bear to lose the boy with the bread. The word 'real' comes out my mouth before I can even comprehend what I'm saying. He looks at me longingly, whispers the words I've longed to hear since we left each other that night in the arena ''I love you'' and that's when I know he's back, the boy I met in The Hunger Games, the one who adored me, the one who loved me, the one who would die for me. I register his lips gently pressed on mine as I think back to the moments we shared in the cave, on the train and that night on the beach. I pull him closer to me; he smells like home. As we pull away from our embrace, I only realize that I'm silently sobbing when Peeta wipes away my tears with his thumb and plants sweet, little kisses on my damp cheeks. I know I love him, I know I want to be with him forever, I know that I would die for him, I know that I would do anything for him, I know that I am his and he is mine, I know that whatever may happen in the future we will be together. Always.
