Afraid
Peeta's POV
I wake up next to Katniss who is asleep. Did she mean what she said last night? I wonder to myself. Should I say it again? My hands were getting all sweaty, so I got up and went to my room. I needed to think.
Katniss' POV
Where is he? Did he leave? Maybe he was hungry. Or scared. Scared of me... What have I done? Questions race through my mind when I wake up and Peeta has left no trace of being here. His side of the bed is made up. I scared him off, what is wrong with me? I get up and take a shower to calm myself down from the feelings of regret rushing through me. The water is warm, but not hot as it drenches my body. I am too weak to scrub myself, so I just stand. And think. I must have done something horribly wrong if it pushed Peeta away. He's so sweet; nothing makes him turn his back. There isn't anything I can think of that would bring him to leaving me in the dead of the night...
"Katniss," Peeta calls as he walks through my unlocked door.
"I'm in the shower Peeta," I reply, overjoyed that he came back.
"Uh... Sorry for leaving early this morning," he was glad she couldn't see his face.
"No problem, I needed a shower anyway," she assured him.
"Me too. That's why I left; had to get cleaned up before breakfast," he said. Although it was true, he did take a shower, he felt like he was lying through his teeth. He really left to get away from the feelings he was having. They couldn't both win. She couldn't lose. She had to get to her family. He would help her until it was down to them, and finish himself off. His plan was not going to be revealed to her though.
