Fire burning everywhere. They ran. They screamed. They cried. They died. Death is everywhere. Fire caught all around. And they all burnt. Every last one of them.

She wakes with a blood curdling scream.

The man next to her takes her trembling body in his strong arms.

"Shh, Katniss. It was just a dream. It's all right," he says, knowing the words he spoke were a lie.

"No, it wasn't. It was real! It was very real. . ." Tears formed in her eyes as she remembers the horrors from all those years ago.

"I know. I know," he whispers. He put his lips to her forehead and held her tight.

He so desperately wished he could take all her pain away, but unfortunately the pain she felt, he felt ten times worse.

Nights like these were frequent. It's what happens when you're broken.

She had lost friends in those barbaric games, a sister in the war, and her mother she lost twice. She even lost Gale, who couldn't stand to see her anymore.

All she had left was the blonde haired baker boy who was just as broken. They hurt together. The pain they feel from the memories is excruciating and they only have each other to numb it.

Love is what gets them through each day.

Some days are harder than the next. Days when Peeta's eyes freeze over and he looks like he's in a completely different world and even Katniss can't bring him back to reality.

It is days like those that kill her from the inside out.

When the shaking ceased they lay down side by side. He brushes her hair from her face and sighed slightly.

He whispers to her, "You love me. Real or not real?"

She smiles at the game they play often. "Real."