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Real or Not Real?

Between Epilogue and Mockingjay

Chapter 1

I woke up that morning to the smell of bread. Peeta's baking breakfast, I thought. I went down stairs not caring that I was in my pajamas still, and sat down at the table. Haymitch was here. He's not usually at my house so early in the morning. He has before, but not often. Me, Peeta and Haymitch are still close. Haymitch is usually at his house drinking all day, I go hunting every so often, and Peeta bakes. We all try to keep busy.

"Good morning, Katniss." Peeta says casually. I think its weird how me and Peeta aren't that close anymore, we rarely even speak, and I hate it. I miss him. The boy he was in the first arena. The boy who has risked his life for me more times than I can count. The boy who I thought I loved, who tried to kill me, who might still love me. The boy with bread.

"Morning." I say.

"You guys bore me, I'm going home." Haymitch says. He starts to leave his chair when Peeta says.

"If you leave, then how will you get your muffin?" Peeta says with a grin.

"I guess you're right." Says Haymitch" I guess I better stay until after breakfast."

We eat muffins and cheese buns until we are all full. Haymitch leaves my home, almost collapsing in front of the door, but staggers back into being a bit sober to walk home.

"Katniss we need to talk." says Peeta lightly.

"Sure, what do you want?" I ask, sounding a little annoyed.

"What's going on between us? Are we together? Or are we Friends? Or what?" he says. His eyes have a little twinkle in them. I love his eyes. Blue, beautiful, breath-taking.

"I have been wondering the same thing Peeta." I say. I wanted to tell him how I miss him. His warmth, his hugs, his kisses. But I knew I couldn't say that. We are both silent for a while until I see him standing holding onto a chair across the table from me. He's having flashbacks. Neither of us speaks until he comes back to reality.

"Are you okay Peeta?" I say with concern.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just you know flashbacks." He says staring at the tiled floor.

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. Peeta didn't object. We stood there for a minute, taking in each other's warmth. My head on his chest, his chin on my head. I could tell that he hated his flashbacks. Thinking of everything that has happened the last 2 years. I know how he feels. The same thing happens to me, but they are always in my nightmares. After a few minutes we both let go. He starred into my eyes. I didn't know what he was doing. It was like he was scanning my face, searching for something. I wasn't sure what he wanted. So instead of waiting for someone to speak, I reached up and kissed him.

Then he said "So, you DO love me." He says with a smirk. I giggle. And without hesitating I say "Of course I do." I smile at him. He smiles back. We walk over toward the couch, He grabs his sketch book and we sit on the couch, and he starts sketching pictures of me. I look at his eyes, focused. He is concentrating on every detail of me. My braid, my grey eyes, and even my scars. He sketches for at least an hour. Then we start talking again.

"Have you ever thought of what would have happened if you didn't volunteer for Prim at the reaping?" he says. His eyes now a little serious.

"Of course I have." I say firmly. "I think about all the time."

"If you didn't, do you think I would be alive today?" He says sadly.

I don't know how to answer. I really don't know if Peeta would be alive if I hadn't gone into the games. Circumstances would be completely different. Peeta might not have got cut by Cato, or stung by tracker jackers. Or even survived the first day. All I say is.

"I honestly don't know." I look off toward the empty white wall across the room. Thinking, staring off into space.

"I don't think I would have had a chance without you" He says coolly. "We might not have ever spoken if you hadn't volunteered for Prim. Which would have made my life horrible. I would have been without the girl who made my life worth living."

Once he says this, tears roll down my cheeks. Peeta notices, and scoots over toward me and holds me close. My face sobbing into his shoulder. I couldn't help but cry, I couldn't hold in all the sadness I felt. About everything. The thought of Prim makes me sob even more, but I know Peeta's here. To help me. To be there for me.

"Katniss don't cry. It's all going to be okay." He says, trying to calm me. It doesn't help much. I lift my head from his shoulder, I look at his eyes. He's genuinely upset, because I am upset. I'm so tired now. Tired of crying, tired of everything.

"I want to go sleep" I tell him. "I know it's early but I just want to lie down."

"Alright, Should I go then?" He says.

"No, don't leave me, not until I fall asleep." I say. I knew I had told him this before.

He scoops me up, and heads upstairs. We walk into my bedroom and he gently lays me on my bed. He tucks me in and sits next to me. He fiddles with my hair and still is when I doze off.

I'm running. In the arena, through the forest. I hear screams. It's Prim's voice I hear. I start sprinting. Running as fast I can to get to her. I call out her name. "PRIM!" I shout it louder and louder each time. I see her lying on the ground in a net. Just like Rue when I watched the boy from District 1 kill her. I look over to see Gale. Running with a spear. About to shoot it at Prim. "NOO!" I shout. But it is too late. The spear goes through her stomach.

I wake up screaming and crying. Peeta must have still been here. Because he runs up the stairs nearly seconds after I awoke. He rushes toward me and holds me again. Just as he did only a few hours ago. He asks me what my nightmare was about. I sat up and said "I was back in the arena. From our first hunger games. I was running. I heard Prim screaming. I saw her in a net, and Gale threw a spear at her. Just like the Boy form one did to Rue. I was so scared Peeta…" "It's all okay Katniss, everything is okay. I'm sorry about your nightmare." He says trying to comfort me. It's working. I automatically feel better when I'm with Peeta. I am so glad I have him.

"Peeta?" I say.

"What is it Katniss?" He says back.

I didn't even think before I said. "I love you."