This is my first Fan-Fiction! I thought it would be fun to write from Peeta's point of view as he is one of my favorite characters in the Hunger Games Series!

CONTAINS SPOILERS! Please read the book first!

Thank you!

P.S. Thanks to NotNearlyAMuggle for being my beta reader!

I close my eyes as I hear yet another passer-by, Probably Cato, or one of his career side-kicks, poking around. They've been here a few times,hoping to find my bloody body to finish me off I imagine, probably wondering why the canon signalling my death hasn't sounded, or why my face hasn't been broadcast into the sky since they tried to kill me. I, too, wonder this. Is it some sort of miracle I haven't died yet? I haven't eaten for days and there are probably as many wounded parts of my body as there isn't.

Unfortunately, it isn't a career coming to finish me off, It's just some sort of squirrel. I bet that Katniss would probably know what sort. It's unfortunate, (that it's not a career) because I would quite like to be put out of my misery. Why haven't I done it myself? Too much effort.

I can see the capitol seal in the sky, which is strange as it seems too early for it, judging by how light it is. To my surprise, Claudius Templesmith's face appears instead of the faces of today's dead tributes.

All I can hear is the muffled echo of what must be his voice as the dirt of my disguise covers over my ears making it almost impossible to make out his words.

"I congratulate the remaining six tributes," I'm half hearing and half lip-reading. He must be announcing some sort of feast, I think, which usually happens when there isn't much action in the arena. Clearly, my slow death isn't entertaining enoughfor the Capitol.

"The game makers would like to announce a rule change." Claudius voice continues, "Under this rule change, both tributes of the same district can be declared victors if they are the last two remaining tributes," Two tributes? Me and Katniss?

Claudius gives an almost concerned expression. He repeats the announcement. His face is replaced by the capitol seal and thus disappears from the sky. Since when were there rules in these games? Kill or be killed, was that not the only rule? That is what we've always been taught.

Even though my ears are blocked by mud and leaves, I unmistakeably hear my name being called. Katniss? Who else could it be? Though I'm sure I heard her, I quickly dismiss the idea of Katniss calling my name. She had made her feelings for me quite clear when she transformed my hand into a bloody mess, after I had confessed my love for her in front of the whole of Panem, The Capitol, District 12, her family, Gale... But who else could it have been? I'm sure I'm not hallucinating. It seems so real. Not like the hallucinating from the tracker-jacker stings. She's more likely to win with a partner, though I doubt it as she saw the condition I was in when Cato and the other careers tried to kill me. I'm starving, and Haymich is probably far too drunk to send me food from sponsors (if I have any sponsors at all).

I close my eyes to think. As if in a moment, the sky transforms from the late evening hue to a pale blue colour, dotted with white clouds. The sun beats down on me and my mud disguise has hardened, so much that I can't even move my finger to touch the jagged rock next to me.

I decide Katniss thinks that she is better off without me, when I hear someone quietly calling my name. It's her.

I can tell she can't see me. It's understandable seeing as I am covered in mud, leaves and pine needles. Trying to pry my eyelids open, I decide to open with a joke.

"Here to finish me off sweetheart?" I ask her. Her gaze catches mine and she gasps at the sight of me. I can tell it's strange seeing a pair of eyes in the middle of a pile of mud and plants.

I tell her about my injuries including a gaping cut on my leg. She gives me a drink of her water, and I let the first drop sit on my tounge before letting it trickle down my throat this makes me realise my thirst and I take a few gulps. It feels amazing to have company again, especially if it's Katniss.

She says we should try to get to the nearby stream to look at and clean my wounds but before she says anything else I say I need to tell her something. I put my lips near her ear, so the game-maker microphones can't pick it up.

"Remember, we're meant to be madly in love, so it's alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it," I whisper to her, thinking that it was more than alright if she kissed me. Katniss giggles. She clearly isn't madly in love with me, but I'm certainly madly in love with her.