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I lay here in my new house, distant from reality. Still fighting those nightmares which haunt me every night. It has been a few hours since I finally admitted it to Peeta I loved him. I've never been able to do that to someone… open up completely.
The glint I seen in his eyes blue eyes after he processed my way of telling him I loved him was the same I seen every night in those caves, he truly loved me. Like Haymitch said I never deserved the boy with the bread. He saved me, and I hate myself for not telling him until now, but I could never tell him earlier. I don't know why... oh yeah, Gale. By best friend who loved me. My best friend who... killed my sister. Gale, my nothing. My eyelids grow heavy and I fear tears are about to spill, I miss everyone, my father, my mother, prim, cinna even madge. I miss hunting, singing, and my life. And I hate the capitol for this. I hate them; I hate them, I…
Sun burns at my eyelids and I feel a tightening around my waist, his steady hands find a way to mine. The corners of my mouth twitch into a smile as he pulls me into a tight embrace; he still loves me through everything. I hug him back and I hear him whisper in my ear; "I love you, forever" I pause for a second I love him, with everything and I hate that because I never want anyone to take him, and the odds have never been in either of our favours. Yet I find myself whisper back "I love you for ever and a day" his kisses me on the cheek and they heat up, he laughs and I quickly hid before he saw my entire face light up.
"The girl on fire, literally!" he said between fits of laughter.
I scowled at him. He wasn't convinced. He only pulled me closer to him. This made me giggle, ugh this is what he does to me I feel like I'm in school again. That reminds me!
"Peeta, we have to see the doctor today, he rang and said they found a way to draw the rest of that trackerjacker venom out of you!" I beamed; I would finally get my old Peeta back, completely.
"Okay, I'm glad the capitol is gone. You know you were the only reason I kept going, all those night's they, uh…Tortured me." His voice stuck on 'torture' and a new wave of guilt ran over me, I did that to him. I should have saved him in the arena, never left his side or saved him from the capitol. He sensed this, it's like he can read my mind, honestly.
"Katniss, it's not your fault..." he trailed off. But I silenced him with a kiss. "But, if it was, this definitely makes up for it!" he said winking, he chuckled, he brings out the best in everyone. He's my hope, my dandelion. I love him. I laughed back and finally pulled him out of bed.
We soon walked out the big, white front door, hand in hand to Dr Rewinther. He was the new doctor in district 12, in his early thirties with black hair slicked to his head, soft freckled skin and bright green eyes that reminded me a lot of Finnick's. "Hello!" he said brightly and gestured for Peeta to lie down on the table. He did. Then they fit a rather large and metal head piece on Peeta and he closed his eyes. I could see his emotions pouring out of his face, anxiousness, scared and worried so I gripped his hand and squeezed, he did the same back. Finally the machine hummed and his body shook. It was only a matter of 15 minutes and it was done. Yes! Done.
"Thank-you! It means a lot to us!" Peeta said gratefully, he always had a calming way with words, one of the many reasons I loved him. I finally chocked out a "good-bye" when Peeta collapsed.
I grabbed his shirt, but couldn't support the weight so instead I went down with him. I lay his head on my lap and loud beepers and buzzers went off around me, busy feet rushed to me and I could feel my cheeks soaking from the tears seeping out of my eyes, they were pouring and I could taste the salt.
Dr Rewinther took his pulse and began stabbing various needles into Peeta's felt so familiar. I cried and felt like a child, I wanted… needed to do something!
"What can I do? Please!" I almost yelled between vigorous sobs. I could feel him slipping away from me but he couldn't! Not my Peeta! Not the boy with the bread! No, he was a fighter.
Before the doctor could respond to my plea's Peeta's eyes flickered open, showing those small bright pools of blue, no longer cloudy from the capitol, but clear and so beautiful. "Katniss" he whispered.
"Yes?" I whispered back immediately.
"I don't want to kill you this time" he said smiling, I laughed and realised I was still crying. But out of happiness now. I hugged him tight and never wanted to let go, then I remembered where we were and quickly parted and sat up embarrassed. But to my surprise everyone was in awe. They stared, but not at me nor at Peeta, at us.