Prim sat on the end of her bed, wishing she had Buttercup to cuddle. She gave up on sleep and padded down the carpeted hall to Peeta's room. She knocked carefully on his door. "Come in". She slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Peeta was sat in a big cushioned chair so Prim sat on the bed and hugged a pillow to her. They sat in silence for a few slow minutes before Prim said "I'm not going to survive. We both know that." Peeta shook his head softly. "You will survive Primrose, I will make sure of it. Plus you will have masses of sponsors already! You're so soft and sweet, the Capitol has fallen head over heels for you." Primrose smiled but it was half-hearted. 'A small girl ruined by tragedy and rules' Peeta thought to himself. Prim laid down but kept watching Peeta. "I dragged her to the cake shop every day for you." Prim told him. "I always hoped she would realise how nice you are and that you like her but you never did. I think she is just too scared to love anyone after the incident down the mines." Prim continued quietly. She rubbed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Neither of them said anything else and Primrose soon fell asleep. Peeta brushed her hair out of her eyes, removed the pillow from between her arms and carefully carried her into her own bed.