Forgot to mention this in the last few chapters. I don't own the characters. They all belong to Susan Collins. Please R&R and tell me what you think. I've tried to make Madge different than Katniss in this chapter. Enjoy!
I don't know how long it was that I was standing there looking at the screen. Hours? Minutes? Seconds? Did I hear him right? Did he really just confess his love for me? Suddenly I felt dizzy, the world around me spinning, making the screen blurry.
"Madge?" I heard Effie say, her voice sounding so distant. I suddenly fell to the ground. The world now dark yet I could still hear the people around me shouting. "Madge!" Effie cried out. I didn't respond. "Someone call for medical assistance!" She yelled. I heard someone shouting for help, but paid no mind to it. My mind too long gone, too deep in thought to care at the moment. I heard him moments later, footsteps rushing towards me.
"Madge?!" He asked. Panicked. I didn't respond. To in shock. Too lost in the moment that would have a short end, come tomorrow. Too happy at the fact that he meant me and not Katniss. "Madge answer me." He ordered. I didn't move. He was pushed aside and I was lifted into the air.
"Nice going sweetheart." Haymitch said as he carried me from the building. He laid me in the car and told Peeta to get in. Peeta lifted my head slowly and set it in his lap. He brushed my hair out of my face, caressing my cheek in the process. The car ride was short. Shorter than the drive there. I heard the door open and felt someone lift me up into the air. I heard the elevator doors open the close and felt the rush of the elevator moving upwards. The doors opened again and Haymitch walked to my room. I felt him lay me on my bed and heard him sigh lightly. "Well you played that wonderfully." He said. If I were awake I'd either roll my eyes or smile. He sighed again and walked out of the room. It was a while before I woke up again. Still in my dress. I rubbed the back of my head and sat up. I looked out the window and noticed the dark sky. I sighed and lifted myself from the bed, looked around the room for my night clothes and changed quickly. I walked out the door and walked to the roof. The door was left open, something that usually didn't happened. I walked up the stairs and immediately spotted him, sitting in the window. I thought about leaving him be and decided against it. I walked up behind him and smiled.
"You too?" I asked him. He looked to me and smiled.
"Hey!" He said. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Alright I guess…" I said. "My head hurts but I'll survive." I looked to him sadly. "Can't sleep?"
"No. Course not." He sighed and looked out the window. I looked down and brought my knees to my chest. "You had me worried back there." He said.
"I'm sorry…" I said. "I…I don't know what came over me…"
"You know, I meant that as a compliment." He said. I nodded once.
"I know." I said. It was quiet for a moment as we sat and listened to the partying outside. I laid my head on my knees and winced lightly. He looked to me and smiled lightly. He opened his arms to me.
"Come here." He said. I smiled lightly and scooted over into his arms. I buried my face in his chest and let out a sigh of relief as I closed my eyes for a moment. He laughed lightly and held me to him tightly. I laughed a little, thinking of the memories back home. "What's so funny?" He asked.
"Just remembering." I said.
"Remembering what?" He asked.
"The time we had that flour war in the bakery." I laughed lightly. He chuckled and leaned against the wall behind him, bringing me with him.
"We made a huge mess. Thank god Adam and Logan helped us clean up before my mom found out." He said.
"I could just imagine her reaction." I shivered lightly at the thought. He shivered as well and sighed.
"Let's not talk about her." He said. I nodded. He sighed and I looked up to him.
"What's wrong?" I frowned.
"I just don't want them to change me." He said, looking out the window still.
"How would they change you?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said. "They'd turn me into something I'm not." I looked back out the window, resting my head on his chest. He rested his head on mine and held me tighter. "I just don't want to be another piece in their game, you know?" He asked.
"You mean you won't kill anyone?" I asked.
"No." He said at first. "I mean I'm sure I would when the time came just like everyone else but…" He stopped for a moment, thinking. "I just keep wishing that I could think of a way to show them, that they don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I want to still be me." He said. "Does that make any sense?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. "But you're stronger than you think Peeta." I said. "Much stronger." I gripped his shirt and held back my tears. He laughed lightly and kissed the top of my head. "Just don't lose sight of who you are." I smiled. He nodded against my head. The silence between us returned for a moment before I yawned lightly.
"You should get some sleep." He said. I nodded weakly. He lifted his head off mine, yet his arms didn't move. I looked up to him, heart pounding and leaned in. He leaned towards me, and our lips brushed against each other's. The kiss was light at first, both of us inexperienced. Yet it soon turned passionate as he pressed his lips harder to mine. My arms moved from his shirt and wrapped around his neck while my eyes fell shut. His arms wrapped tighter around me, holding me to him as if I were going to disappear. Soon, we needed to breathe and the kiss ended. I looked to him for a moment before smiling lightly. "I meant what I said back there Madge." He said.
"I know you did." He kissed me lightly once more before letting me go. I looked to him with a sad smile, knowing that would be the first and final kiss we would share. He pulled away with a sigh, frowning. He rose from his spot and held out his hand to me. I took it, and let him help me up. He walked me to my room, sighed again and gave me a small smile.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He said. I smiled lightly, hiding the sadness I felt deep down.
"See you tomorrow." I kissed his cheek lightly and watched him make his way to his room. Once my door was shut, I sat down on the floor and let the tears I held in with all my might, fall down my cheeks and to the floor. Knowing tomorrow was the last day I would see him.