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Peeta. He was here. I had just acknowledged Gale and gave him a friendly squeeze. He glared at me and said that Peeta was in the Medic's room.
I slowly walked to the Medic's room, hands trembling, terrified about what the Capitol had done to him. My boy with the bread. My dandelion in the spring. Heart pounding, I opened the door and stepped inside. Peeta sat there. Red sores on his arms. His blond curls messily lay on his crown.
"Peeta" I barely whisper.
His head jerks up. I traipse around the bed that is strategically placed in the middle of the room. I keep going until I am directly in front of him. That is the moment when I get a proper view of him. He was scarred. Bruised. Abused.
All of a sudden he leaps onto me and wraps his bulky arms around my neck. A mix of emotions goes through me. Shock. Realisation. Longing. After a few hesitant moments, I embrace him and hug him back. I have missed him so much.
Just then, all the memories fly back at me. When he saved me and my family (well all that was left of it). When he held me in the cave during our first games. The evening on the outskirts of the cornucopia during our second games. All of it. And in that moment, I am actually happy. I am happy that he is back. That he is not severely harmed. That the Capitol didn't change him. My Peeta is back.
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A and F xx