So I took all my reviewers advice and decided to write a new chapter. I know this wasn't my original plan, but I was just gonna give it another shot. Tell me what ya think!
OMG I TOTALLY forgot.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own the Hunger Games
"Will you be okay?" Peeta asks. The worry is written plain on his face as he peers through me in the dimmed light.
"Yeah," I look over at the clock on the nightstand, 4:52, "Go back to bed Peeta."
He looks doubtful, but seeing the look on my face, he knows that I just need to be alone. As he lies back down onto the bed he protectively wraps his arms around me, forcing me to use his head as a pillow. He kisses me on the forehead, sweet and gentle, and then his eyes begin to flutter closed. "Good…Night," he mumbles as he's pulled into his dreamland.
As I stare at his face in the dark, I can't help but see the young boy I first met. His face looks so calm, serene; I can't believe it's him. Of course, I hardly ever saw this look on his face. Most of the time his face was masked, or so stressed that his face wasn't even close to what it looks like now. I snuggle into his arms and begin to muse over how I can possibly fix it. I know now that I can't ever change this. It's just the way it will have to be. Peeta will help me through it, and I'll help him too. Just like it always has been.
We can do it because we know….
"There are much worse games to play"
-Mockingjay,
Suzanne Collins
Thanks so much! You know what to do!