Don't Let Me Leave
By everlark4ever75
Prologue: Slipping Away
Ten weeks since Peeta's return from the Capitol. Ten weeks of pain, suffering and putting him through hell. Sixteen weeks of my sickness. Sixteen weeks of coughing, vomiting, blood, bruises, weakness, sleep deprivation, intense pain, among many other things. Now it's finally coming to an end.
For the first time in my life, I don't want to go. Except, it seems that the world my path written. Other stages in my life I've wanted to end my life to save those who I love. Now, I've lost most of the people who I was willing to die saving. Now, I want to be living. In my first six weeks, I was ready for it to take me, the sickness to consume me and make me a victim. When it didn't take me, I was willing to take it myself. I was ready to end my own life because it was killing me so much. But, that same day I was going to end it, Peeta walked into my front door. And he hasn't walked out of my door nor left my side ever since. The guilty which has overcome me is incredibly intense. I wish he didn't come through my door. I wish I killed myself before. Because now, everyone knows, everyone's sad because of my new state of life… well almost death...
Now, I leave behind people I love and want to stay with forever. Now, I see the people who I love and wish I didn't have to leave so soon. Now, I have to say goodbye to those people I never wanted to say goodbye too, but was willing to before. Now, I lay in bed and cry because I can feel the end drawing closer and I don't want to hurt anyone. But, this sickness has done nothing but hurt people as well as myself. They tried to find a cure, but there was none. Peeta swore to me that he'd find that cure, but he couldn't magically pull it from the air. Haymitch swore to me also, profanities and then tried just like Peeta. Effie was the same, working over in the Capitol to try and get my cure from anyone. My Mum in 4 also tried, but she could only send me what could help prevent it. Promising to make sure someone could find a cure as soon as possible. But, none of them were lucky. And neither am I. I thanked them, but the just felt like they failed me. I owe them my life, the little of it which I have left.
I didn't deserve these last ten weeks. After wanting to end my life, it took days and weeks for Peeta to finally make me feel like I deserved as long as I got. After all my pain which I was in and made other people feel, I didn't want to continue it… but Peeta made my final days, weeks, months, hours, minutes count. He made me believe that my life actually mattered, that people cared. He made me care, he made me feel loved and he made me love. He made me be thankful for the last few months I was given from the friends and people who sacrificed themselves for my long life. Except, my long life which was promised me has come to an end.
From all the horrible things which have happened to me in my life, almost costing my life, I go like this. From a sickness which just appeared and is going to claim my life. I've lived through all these traumas, gunshots, strangulation, fireballs, electrocution, burning alive… And I'm taken from this world because of sickness. This is not how I planned to live out my life. And now, here it is happening.
I thank Peeta every moment that I get, I thank Haymitch whenever I see him, Effie whenever she calls for updates, which is almost every day. If two days go past and she hasn't called, she is crying on the phone and wishing that I was still here. When she hears I am, she cries even more, apologising and wishing she was there with us. I wish she was here with us too, but now she is too late. Mum calls every few days, she is busy in 4. I know she wants to be here just like Effie, but she can't physically come from the mental battle about being here without my father and Prim. I wish she was here. But, she's helped to the best of her abilities with the medical side of things. I feel myself slipping and wanting her and Effie here with me. Today, I can feel it. I can feel the end coming. The pain is becoming unbearable. I couldn't sleep. Peeta can feel it beside me. But, he refuses to believe that my end is here. But, it is. And I'm going to have to say goodbye…
"You have to find something! Anything to give us more time! I don't know how much longer she has!" A small amount of silence before, "I don't care! Try harder!" I hear the slam of the receiver onto the dock. I hear another slam and something fall over. Then a loud grunt.
Peeta, bless his heart, still trying even to the last day.
This burst of anger is from his lack of sleep, his pain, his realisation, his love for me. From his yelling which awoken me from a small bout of sleep, I can hear the pain from his cries of help. I've given up on the hope which is help for me. But, Peeta refuses to give up until his last breath. Not even my last breath, his.
I hear the almost silent sobbing from him downstairs. I know this is killing him slowly. He hasn't stopped worrying since he first saw me after coming back here in 12. I don't see him crying. I never have. He's always done it behind my back, but I always know when he has. His eyes go red and puffy, he tries to cover it up from slashing water on his face. His eyes grow a darker blue than usual. But, I still know. I don't know if he knows I know, but I just do. My whole body is going to shut down from what I'm about to do, but I have too. I feel the ache inside my muscles and bones as I sit up slowly, pushing the heavy blankets from my legs. My head is about to explode, the hammering of it against my skull is intensely distracting. It doesn't distract me from my thought and want, my new destination. I've always been too stubborn for my own good. My shaky and weak hands press hard against the mattress as I try to stand. I haven't tried to stand by myself in over two weeks. Peeta's been helping me walk, but recently he's just been carrying me wherever I need and want to go.
When I stand, my legs are shaky and can barely hold up my body. My body feels like it's made from heavy, hot lead. I feel like my body weighs a tonne, but it's the lightest it's ever been. I stand, just trying to see if I can actually make it to my destination, but I cannot stop my thoughts. I let out a shaky breath, trying to blink away the stars and black spots, it works a little and then I take a step. I feel my whole body quake at the movement, but I can't stop myself from moving my other foot in front of me. Slowly but surely, I make my way to the wall and I let myself rest against it for a second, catching my breath. I have to be silent, not even quiet because then he'll hear me and come back up. So, silently I walk out the door, slowly. I make it down the wall in a few minutes. Then I come to the top of the stairs, I feel slightly out of my league and didn't think enough about them. But, there's railing so I don't worry too much. Peeta will be the one worrying too much. I hear his sobs louder from here, it pushes me on. I grab the railing of the stairs with both hands and I take a step down. I think it's going to be hard, but when I take two steps down, I'm scaling them quicker than walking straight, which makes zero sense. Soon, I'm at the bottom of them and on the first floor.
This is the furthest I've walked without help in almost four weeks. I feel accomplished standing at the bottom of the stairs. I grab hold of the wall beside me and peer into the living room of my house. I see the phone dock knocked off on the ground, a pillow around near where it's fallen on the ground. I look around the corner of the wall to see Peeta hunched over on the couch, his hands covering his face and his cries obvious from here. They're loud and choppy, being too hard to overcome and too intense to silence anymore. Now, I move. Slowly and against the wall. It's taken way too much of my energy walking this far and it's taking its toll. But, I cannot stop moving. I mean, I could easily, but my destination is only a few more steps away.
Peeta's clearly too consumed by his tears and fears that he can't even hear me when I'm hovering above him. When I lower myself slowly into the seat beside me, he must feel the couch dip and his head shoots up instantly, scared and worried about the new presence beside him.
"Katniss?! What are you—?! How did—? You're going to hurt yourself! Why—?! Katniss!" He babbles, unbelieving his eyes which are gazing down at me as he stands from the couch.
I take his body in. His defined and bulky shoulders, his small waist, muscly arms with the lightest dusting of blonde hair you can't even notice if you aren't looking for them. His large hands which can kill a man, choke a girl, knead a huge batch of dough for cinnamon bread, paint the softest and most calming picture of the oceans in 4, caress my cheeks until I fall asleep, knot themselves into a braid in my hair, ghostly move over my body. His defined jawline, rosy cheeks, red and blotchy eyes from his tears, deep blue eyes which are always looking over at me, long blonde eyelashes which somehow don't tangle together, curly blonde locks which are long and almost covering his sapphire eyes.
When his strong arms move to wrap around my body and pick me up, I shake my head slowly to prevent an intense headache.
"Katniss—" He starts.
"No." I interrupt.
My hands wrap around his arms and I pull him to the couch. He sits down and I let my eyes lock with his now tearless eyes. His arm goes around my back and holds me up from falling over.
"Why are you down here?" He asks calmly.
I bring my hands up to his cheeks, letting my fingertips knot into his curls.
"To hold you."
He looks at me confused and then I finish.
"To let you grieve."
He starts stumbling over his words again, but I don't listen to them. I shake my head and place my fingertips over his lips, shushing him instantly. His eyes are looking worriedly at me and I can see the pain and hurt inside them. I can almost see the tears brewing again.
"To let you cry."
His nostrils inwardly flare, his eyebrows narrowing and the tears instantly start. Huge water droplets fall onto his cheeks and he leans over, pressing his head against my shoulder. I slowly lower myself onto the couch and let him lie in my arms. I hold his head against my chest and close my eyes, feeling my own tears building up. When I blink, they trail down the side of my face and into my hairline. Peeta's whole body trembles as he cries loudly, I can feel his lips quivering against my small breast. I don't know long he cries for, but it's a long time. I can't let myself full on cry as I comfort him, because this is about him. I don't bother trying to stop his tears, he deserves to let them fall onto my nightshirt. I feel my chest start to burn and I let my eyes close tightly, trying to let the pain ride out. I can't ask him for help now. I let out a shaky breath and then I run my hand down his back. I bring it back up to his hair and I massage his locks between my fingers.
Soon, he starts to calm down and his sobs stop, only hiccups coming from his lips and shaky breaths. My chest now feels like it's on fire and I feel my stomach churning. I feel my heart start to race and I think Peeta feels it. He jumps up from my chest and looks up at me. I try to smile, but it only lasts a second before my body starts trembling and I shut my eyes tight. I let out a pained sigh, biting my lip as I feel the blood and bile rising through my throat. I let out a little whimper and then Peeta moves quickly. He bats away any remaining tears from his face and he gets up from the couch. I groan when he picks me up, rushing me back upstairs.
"You're going to be fine. I'm right here." Peeta assures me, running into my bedroom and into the bathroom connected to it.
"I'm not…" I whimper, tears stinging my eyes as I feel it rising more.
"Don't say that." He demands, helping me onto the ground in front of the toilet.
I feel exhausted as I lay my arm around the toilet, waiting for the blood vomit to be over and done with. I rest my head against my outstretched arm, Peeta pushing the loose baby hairs from my fore head. His other hand rubs big circles around in my back which is comforting, but helping bring up the blood. It splutters from my mouth, spraying some of the wall before I turn my head all the way into the bowl. It burns like acid, tastes metallic and makes my whole body go limp.
After five minutes of constant vomiting, it stops and I feel woozy and dirty. Peeta kisses my hair and leaves my side for a moment. He passes me the Ecli liquid in a small cup. I shake my head, starting to cry as I think about having that again.
"No no." I whimper, tears streaking my cheeks.
"Come on, Katniss. I know it hurts. But, you know it helps. Please? Do it for me?" He begs.
He's right. He always is. But, I do not want to have to have that again. For a few seconds I close my eyes and somewhat enjoy the time without pain and blood ripping into my throat again. Then I open up my fingers and Peeta slips the cup into my weak fingers. I bring it to my lips and I cringe thinking about the pain I'm about to be in. I feel Peeta's hand in my hair and his lips pressing a kiss to my brow. He's here, he's not going to let me feel complete pain. Then I tip the cup up and swallow it without another thought, throwing the cup aside so I can grip something to help me writhe through the pain.
As soon as I start crying out, Peeta's hand is in my loosely hanging one. As the Elic quadruples my blood count within my body, ripping into my crooks and crannies, I hold Peeta's hand like my whole life is depending on it. I feel the wet of my cheeks from my leaking eyes, my hot body needing more coolness, I hear Peeta's soothing words, but I don't pay attention to his words, just his voice. Peeta must sense my burning body when I feel him place a soaking wet towel over my fore head, neck and cheeks. When my raw throat cannot take anymore screams, I groan and whimper. It goes on for two minutes before it stops and I just slowly rock. Peeta pulls the now hot towel from my face and grabs hold of my hair, knowing my last lot of vomiting is coming. I lean over when I feel my stomach churn, instantly spewing up the bad stuff from inside. Peeta tells me when I finally puke up the last bit, "That's it, baby. Good job." as he rubs my back.
I push myself into his body and try to distance myself from the blood and toxin filled toilet. Peeta leans over, closing the lid and flushing it all away before he wraps his arms around me, kissing my brow again.
"All done." He says softly and with relief.
I feel my whole body start to settle and my skin starting to burn up. I grab a tight hold on Peeta's arm and starting to sob.
"Hot…" I breathe.
He knows what I mean from just a single word. It's not just from something obvious as 'Hot', but he just knows what I need. He hasn't just become the person to care for me, he is my carer.
"Okay. Just let go of me for a second and I'll get the water running. Okay?" He whispers into my ear, trying to pull his arm and body away from me.
As he starts to pull away, I whimper, not wanting him to disappear from my body. He kisses my head and I let some more tears fall.
"Katniss, I'll be a few seconds. I promise. Just let go of me for the minute okay?" He assures me.
Without wanting too, I let go of his arm and he slides out from behind me. I hear the water start, fumbling of clothes and then he's back at my side. He lifts me up from the ground and plants his legs around mine so I won't fall. He lifts up my shirt, which is actually his and throws it across into the hamper. Since everything started getting extremely painful, time consuming and hard for me, we made things easier. I wear his shirts so it covers over my whole body. I don't wear panties so it's not a hassle. My hair is always braided back. Piles of clean clothes and towels always lay next to the shower. Having the shower and bath installed with one of the instant dryers which we had in our showers in the Capitol. Everything is close so that I don't have to be too far away from Peeta. He's the only thing holding me back on this earth. The only reason I'm still breathing is him.
He's already takes off his clothes so we can get into the shower together. I keep my eyes closed as he starts walking me backwards into the shower. When I feel the cool water hit my skin, I sigh. I feel Peeta stiffen behind me as he is touched by the water. He goes through hell just to make sure that I'm feeling the best that I can feel. He has to listen and comfort me through my blood vomits, my normal vomits, my crying pain fits from the Elic liquid. He has to carry my useless body around everywhere. He has to have cold and scorching showers with me to get my temperature back to normal. He has to make sure everything I do eat, when I do eat, is prepared with no bad chemicals or things which will make me vomit. He's too good to me to do all of these things.
He lowers us onto the floor in the shower and lets me sit directly under the flowing water. I let the water consume me and cool me. I hear Peeta whispering to me, but again I only listen to his voice. I know it's only soothing things so it's not a need to listen to give him an answer. His hands undo my braid and he lets his hands run through my hair to loosen it from the braid he did earlier. When it's undone, he continues to run his fingers through my hair. It soothes me enough, the same with his voice. I have my head bowed, my body leaning into Peeta's and my knees brought the closest to my chest which I can. I watch the water droplets fall from my loose hair into the drain to disappear forever. When I feel my body starting to cool, I bring a hand back and I find Peeta's knee and I squeeze it. He knows what I mean and he gets up from behind me, rubbing my arm and kissing my head before using the wall to hold himself up. He gets out and then dries and dresses himself.
Peeta got a special new prosthesis fitted so he could shower with me. He asked for it to be waterproof, easy to remove and attach, and soft so it doesn't wear his stub out too much. He sleeps with it off and any other chance he isn't doing anything, but it's always an arms width away from him.
Soon, Peeta reaches into the shower, turning it off. He's got a soft cotton white shirt on and black track pants. He leans over and picks me up as if I weigh nothing, which I do, and then sits me in the bathtub. In the beginning, he used to be uncomfortable with my nudity and I was too, now it's normal. Every day he is showering with me, dressing me, washing my body, he's caring for me at all times. So, he got over the nudity quickly and so did I, except I just didn't care about anything then. He presses a button and the dryer begins, making me dry as a sunflower in the sun within a few seconds. He turns it off as soon as I'm dry, knowing the sound hurts my ears and then pulls me back out. He throws over one of his shirts over my head and then helps my arms through the holes.
He then makes sure I've got hold of the bar next to the shower and gets the special paste. He passes me the small paddle stick with the white and green paste on it. I pop it into my mouth and swirl it around my tongue and teeth. The minty freshness overtakes the metallic blood taste and the horrible Elic liquid taste from my mouth. The special paste, which I call it instead of its hard name I can't even begin to pronounce, cleans, refreshes and keeps my teeth clean, healthy and does everything toothpaste does, just without brushing. It saves my energy and Peeta from trying to get into all the crevices inside my mouth with a brush. Peeta holds out a cup of water and I look up into his, thanking him without words and sipping some of it, swishing it around with the special paste. I turn around into the bath and spit it out before rinsing my mouth and letting it slosh back out. Then I reach over, turning the bath tap on slightly and letting it wash away. I turn it off and then turn back to Peeta. He takes the cup and stick, placing it against the sink and picking me back up.
I wrap my arms around his neck and I bury my head into his shoulder. He walks slowly into the bedroom and then places me onto the bed. Unwillingly, I let go of his neck and bury myself into the pillows. He moves over and turns on the fan before pulling up the single sheet from underneath the heavy quilt. I catch Peeta's hand when he turns around to get up. He looks back down to me with wondering and curious eyes.
"Thank you." I whisper, holding a tight grip on his hand.
He smiles at me and presses a kiss to my cheek.
"Anytime."
As he starts to run his fingers through my hair again with his other hand, I whisper,
"Missed."
His eyes go from my hair to my eyes and they narrow, confused.
"What?" He murmurs softly, brushing my hair with his fingers still.
"You missed." I say again, pressing my lips together after licking them.
I bring my spare hand up to his head, brushing it through his hair before resting it against the back of his head. I urge him forward slowly, letting out a breathy sigh and letting my eyes fall shut. Soon, I feel his breath against my skin and I softly gasp. Then I feel his lips on mine and my whole body goes on fire, except not in the way it did a few minutes before. His lips are soft against my own and they move slowly against my own. When he pulls back, I lick my lips, tasting him on my tongue. I let my eyes flutter open that little bit to see his eyes heavy with desire as he looks down into my Seam eyes.
"Katniss…" He mutters as soft as Buttercup purrs.
His breathy tone makes me sigh softly.
"I love you."
He's said it so many times to me, when he thinks I'm asleep, in his sleep, when we're both awake and aware. But, with his soft tone and his lips so close to my own, it feels like he's saying it for the first time again. I smile, biting my lip and opening my eyes to look into his own.
"I love you." I say just as softly.
I tighten my grip in his locks as I watch his lips fall open slightly. I've said it to him just like when he does. When I think he's asleep, when he is asleep, when I'm asleep, when were both awake and aware. But every time I say it to him, he still acts like a little boy and smiles like a crazed in love teenage boy. He acts like he's hearing it for the first time too. And it's always adorable. He leans back down and presses another small kiss to my lips.
I feel the pain in my chest begin again and I have to silence my pain. I feel my legs starting to go fuzzy, my arms losing all weakness so they are just limp, but I keep my hands in their positions. My hand interlocked with Peeta, my fingers knotted in his hair. I take a deep breath and feel my chest burning. Peeta's looking down at me like I'm the most beautiful person in the world. His eyes are filled with love and his hand is still running through my locks. I close my eyes and take another deep breath before I say what I've been rehearsing for weeks. My throat is feeling raw from my screaming all night, this morning and just before, but I have to say it. I open my eyes and look deep into his so he knows how serious I am. I have a small smile playing on my lips and he replicates it.
"I love you with all my damaged heart." I begin.
I pause and Peeta thinks it's all I have to say, starting to say the same thing back, but I stop him.
"Please. Let me finish."
He nods and smiles back at me, waiting for my words.
"I'll make it out of this sickness and we'll finally be able to love each other like normal people. We'll fight and hate each other. But, then we'll realise how silly we are being and we'll love each other instantly. We'll make love and you'll make sure I feel as beautiful and loved as any other woman in the world."
His hand stops moving when he realises what I'm doing. His eyes go wide and his eyes become glossy. But, I don't stop.
"You'll try to teach me to bake. And I'll promise to try not to burn our house down. Then we'll spend afternoon on the porch, you painting me more beautifully than I really am. You'll ask me to marry you after a while. I'll get scared about having you ripped away from me. And I'll run away. For a few hours, I break your heart. Then I realise how stupid I am, how much I'm overreacting and I'll come crying back and I'll say yes. We'll make passionate love and will act like teenagers in love. Effie will plan the wedding and make sure that it's as perfect as we want it, after we tell her no to a hundred things."
He chuckles and his hand movements begin again in my hair.
"Haymitch will walk me down the aisle. I'll wear a long white dress and you'll wear a black and white suit. I'll have a bouquet of primroses…" I pause, feeling a single tear drop from my eye.
"And you'll have one pinned to your jacket. We'll say I do and cry at each other's vows, giving each other wedding bands. Then we'll walk down the aisle together as husband and wife, ready to continue our life together. We'll make love like bunnies and Haymitch will make fun of us." Another small chuckle.
"Then after a year or so, you'll ask me for a family, a baby. I'll say no because of the same reasons I said no to your proposal. I'll get scared, but this one will last for longer. Then I ask you to ask me every few months. And you do, each few months on the same date as the first time. After a year or so of that, I'll finally agree. You'll cry, spin me around and then kiss me like you haven't before. Because, you've always wanted to be a father and the kind that your father was to you."
"We'll make love constantly, then a few months later I'll find out I'm pregnant. I cry and you find me. I'll tell you and you'll cry again and tell me how amazing it's going to be. You'll make sure I'm feeling as perfect as possible throughout the whole nine months. You'll care for me just like you do for me now, but I'll be semi-mobile." His face falls and his left eye springs a tear onto my chest.
"I'll get fat, eat crazy things, freak out when I feel the baby move, but you'll be there. You'll say I'm beautiful, you'll make me as much crazy food as I want, you'll touch my stomach, talk to it and make sure that I love each movement they make. Then I'll scream and break your hand when I bring life to our baby. You'll cry when I hold the baby for the first time, I'll be crying too. You'll be a mess when I pass the baby to you. But, you'll be the happiest man in the world and finally a father."
I'm crying now. But, I'm still not done. I keep going even though I'm in immense pain and my body is fading away.
"We'll be exhausted from him or her waking us up constantly. But, it'll be worth it. We'll watch them do their firsts. Step, word, sentence, walk, run, and even ruin the kitchen or art room from them wanting to be like their Daddy. Then we'll love it so much that we'll have another baby. And another. And another if that's what I wanted."
I clear my throat, clutching onto his hand like my life depends on it… which it does. These are going to be my last words. I'm interrupted by the phone ringing. But, I shake my head at Peeta and start talking over the ringing.
"We'll watch them grow up into beautiful people. We'll love each other for as long as we possibly can and we'll die together from old age. It won't just be one of us, because we can't do that. We live together, fight together, love together, so we'll die together. Because, the thought of living a world without you…" I sob. I can't help it. My end is coming and I'm just wanting more time. The phone stopped ringing and it's started again. But, I keep talking. He has to hear this. He has to hear what I wanted.
"A world without you isn't a world at all. And I'll kill myself just to be with you. Then we'll live together for the rest of eternity because our love is so powerful that it'll last longer than a lifetime."
Peeta is sobbing like crazy and he leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips. He knows I'm finished. Then I gasp painfully, breaking our lips apart. I whimper and writhe in pain, squeezing Peeta's hand like nothing else. His hand has come to cup my cheek and his tears dropping onto my cheeks. The phone stops ringing again, but doesn't start again. Peeta presses another kiss to my lips and sobs against my face with me. He knows what's happening.
"I needed to say that. I knew it was coming. I've been thinking it all day. You had to know…" I'm cut off by another painful gasp from my lips.
"You had to know that I wanted the same thing you did. I've been repeating it for five weeks. Because, that's what I wanted my last words to be."
He shakes his head against my own and starts muttering no.
"A world without you isn't a world at all. It really isn't. You're all I care about and love in this world now. You and Haymitch and Effie. Our little team. But, you… you're it for me."
"Katniss, no. Stay with me. Come on, you can do it." He whispers.
"I love you."
My chest is compressed. I can't breathe. Something has overcome my body. I can't feel anything. I'm slipping away. This is it. My last moments. With the person I love. This is how I always wanted to go out. Whenever it was. In the Games. In the Capitol. In my home. I wanted to go with the person I loved staying with me, always.
"Stay with me, Katniss! Please god! Stay! Stay with me!" He cries, his voice loud but so far away.
"Always." I whisper.
Light comes into view, but he's all I can see. In the very far distance I can hear more yelling. Not Peeta's. Haymitch's.
"PEETA! PEETA! THEY FOUND IT! THEY FOUND IT!"
"Found what?"
And the last thing I hear before I'm pulled away,
"THEY FOUND A CURE!"
A cure.
I had this idea today when I was supposed to be reading a novel for class before going back after holidays tomorrow, but fanfiction always wins! This is going to be the whole journey about how Katniss got into this position, how Peeta cared for her, how they tried to help her out. It's not supposed to be some big medical breakthrough type story. I have next to nothing knowledge with medical stuff, so this is all made up. It's for the story! So, i would appreciate no hate for that because i've said it's fake. It's my idea, my story, so it's my illness.
I hope people enjoyed this. More will come soon. I can't get enough of this story. The first chapter will be back a week before Peeta comes back: Week 5 of her Sickness. I hope this story will be the kind loving and painful love story which i hope it to be. People who have read my stuff before know I always tend to do this hard love, pain and hurt stuff. This is what i love. This is the stuff which makes and builds relationships into things you can't even imagine. So, this is my favourite fanfiction. Lemme know if you like it!
Reviews are like kisses from Peeta, you just can't get enough of them!