"I want to tell him about Twill and Bonnie and the uprising and the fantasy of District 13, but it's not safe to and I can feel myself slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. 'Stay with me.'"

Peeta's POV:

I look down at her sadly, Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, the girl I unwittingly fell in love with. Strong-willed, determined, a survivor. Beautiful. I hold her cold hand in mine until I see her eyelids drooping and can sense her breathing slow. I move to leave, but she utters one last thing before the sleeping syrup takes over: "Stay with me."

"As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it."

I give her hand a little squeeze.

"Always," I murmur. And it's true. I will stay with her no matter what, protect her as best I can, even if it means my own death. It's always been that way; it always will be. Even if she loves Gale. Even if she loves no one. Whether or not I am hurting, I will always stay with her.

The boy with the bread and the girl who was on fire; I suppose it only makes sense I'd end up burned.