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"But there are much worse games to play."

I gasp as my fingers claw into the empty bed. The house felt cold and drafty as I open my eyes. This wasn't the huge house in Victor Village that I had last found myself in, but instead my old house in the seam, I thought it had fallen apart ages ago. And why would Peeta and I move the family here? Did I really miss it so much?

And that's when I turn my head and see her, not my daughter for she had chestnut hair like me, but Prim, snuggling into my mothers arm, her small ample breaths coming in and out, in and out. A tear drops from my eye, what kind of cruel dream was this. I had already had her in two dreams this week, I didn't need another.

I watch as she yawns, she is still slightly innocent, like she was that morning of that fateful reaping, I feel like hugging her and never letting go.

"Katniss? I'm scared." She stands and runs into my arms, I feel her nestle her head into my chest, this is one of the things I missed the most.

"Shh, there's no need Prim. We're safe." I say quietly into her blonde hair.

"What if I'm the one drawn?" She cries. I'm confused, drawn? It takes me minutes to respond for I'm taken by surprise. I come to a realization. A heart breaking, realization. Was all that, that whole life time, a dream? The Games, the rebellion, the deaths? Did Peeta Mellark even know of my existence?

"Shh, it's okay. Prim," I tilt her head up towards mine, "I have to go. I'll be back soon." I don't put on all my hunting gear because I know that I can meet Gale a little later than usual. I had just lived a whole, broken lifetime and I wasn't sure what to think.

I think of Peeta and my heart races, how could a dream make me fall deeply in love?

I run to the bakery as fast as my body wills me. Was it true, did he frost the cakes?

I see him there, kneading through dough, his eyes focused on his hands. Mr. Mellark greets me, but I don't respond, instead I walk straight to Peeta who doesn't look up until I begin to talk, and then his eyes widen.

"Peeta, I need you not to question me, I just I need to talk to you." He looks shocked and lost, but nowhere in his eyes do I see the insanity that the hijacking had given him. It eases the pain, just a little.

"Right now?" He asks.

"Yes."

"Outside?"

"Preferably."

He follows after when I turn around and walk out the door. No limp. He has both legs. I look at my arms, not covered with burns. I wonder if back at the Mayors house if Madge really has that iconic Mockingjay pin.

"Listen. I had a dream, a big long dream and it spanned over years, but you were there. The whole time you were there. Look, I don't know you that well, but I feel like I know you more than I know my own self, and there's just one part of the dream that I need to know is true. Peeta, you love me. Real or not real?" It's silly, me hoping for him to recognize the phrase and the meaning it had to me, but something does catch in his eye as I say it.

"Katniss, I-," He pauses, "Real."

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