Peeta doesn't like the storm outside his room. Triggers flashbacks and pain. Katniss is there to comfort him. Please review! I want to know what you want more of! Thanks! Enjoy!
The whimpers are slight and very quiet from behind the door. It is the middle of the day but the sun wasn't out. It was a large storm outside that has been going on for a long time. I know that Peeta wasn't comfortable with it but I hadn't realized he was so scared. I knock on the door once before opening it. I find him sitting on the bed with his knees to his chest and his face in his lap. He is crying and jumping whenever there is a loud crack from outside.
I walk to him slowly before touching his arm and rubbing it. I just sit like this for several seconds before he looks up.
"Katniss." He says it like it is a fact with that sad broken voice of his. I move to scoot next to him and hold onto his arm. I have never seen him cry so much and it is starting to scare me. I sit next to him close so that our hips are touching. I kiss him on the cheek letting him know I am here for him for whatever he needs. I can taste the salt on my lips from the tears. I feel so bad for him. I just want to help him but I don't know how.
"It's the storm." He says. He doesn't have to explain. They tortured him using water and hearing similar noises. He looks to me with those sad blue eyes.
"What can I do?" I ask. He starts to reluctantly move his hands from his knees. He starts to move towards me in a way that seems like a hug but then he stops and just looks at me. He takes my hand in his and looks down at it. As he looks down I can tell his eyes are sad. He looks like a child that it is about to admit something or one that just lost his parents. He is that. He is a child that just lost his parents. Maybe that is part of what he is so sad about.
"Hold me." He says simply and my heart breaks for him. I lay back sitting against the head board as he lays his head on my chest and wraps his arms around me. I keep one hand on his back as he grabs the other and laces it through my fingers.
The thunder picks up again and our room is lit with lighting. He clenches onto me tighter and starts moaning as if in physical pain. He rocks slowly in a strange rhythm like he used to. His grip on my hand and side is so tight that I am afraid he is going into a flashback. I hold onto him tighter too hoping that will help him.
"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. It's just rain. It's just a storm. We're all safe." I coo at him because I don't know what else to do. Maybe if I talk to him like this it will be better. He continues to moan and rock for a while until the thunder stops. He sits up next to me and wipes his face off. I take his hand in mine and make sure we are as close as we can get while sitting on the bed side by side.
"I feel like an idiot." He says wiping the tears off his cheeks. I just take that hand too and put it on my leg. He needs to stop worrying about that.
"Don't say that." I tell him and he just looks down.
"I was so scared. Katniss it's not going to get better-not today at least- when the thunder comes again I'm still going to have to be afraid." He says honestly.
"I know that. It's okay. You help me every night and you have for years. Let me help you."
"Thanks,"
"Peeta we need to agree to something." I decide taking both of his hands in mine and looking into his eyes to make sure he is going to agree to this.
"What is that?" he asks.
"I want you to promise me that no matter what we are always completely honest with each other about everything. Even weird things that we are uncomfortable about or things like this or nightmares or fear. Anything. We have to be honest all of the time." I say. This is a big commitment for me too.
"We lived a lie for so long." Is all he says.
"Only partly." I remind him.
"All of those nights on the train were honest. Real or not real?"
"Real."
"Okay. I think we should always be honest. Both of us." I can tell he is trying to convince me of this too. I don't mind being honest with him. I want to be. I want to love him and I want him to trust me all of the time.
"Good."
"I'm going to be honest with you right now." He says.
I nod and give an encouraging smile. It might not always be easy. But I wasn't expecting how honest he was about to be.
"I need you. I need you to make me forget the storm outside."
