Okay, we're back to Katniss' point of view! Oh, and just a little heads up! I start school this Monday so I will probably only get to update on the weekends from now on, if not every other weekend. Oh, and dandelionspring thank you for the advice! :) Okay, now to the story! Hope you guys enjoy!

At about four o'clock this morning, I started to get anxious. There was no way I was going back to sleep, so I began rummaging through my closet, looking for something to do. I found an old piece of rope, not much, but it was perfect. At first, my knots were a little loose, but after a while, I remembered what I was doing. After I finished one knot, I'd undo it and start another, just like I did during the attack on District 13. I remember the sore hands, the fumbling fingers trying to do the intricate work. Oh, the memories.

Every few minutes I look at the clock. I've been doing this for two hours. I can feel the soreness starting in my fingers, but I won't be stopping anytime soon. Anything to keep me from falling back asleep.

There's a small knock at the door, and then it creaks open a little bit. "Who's there?" I ask. The door opens more and Haymitch steps in. "What are you doing in my house? Wait, how did you get in my house?"

"You leave your door unlocked," he says. "You probably shouldn't do that anymore. You don't know. Some strange person might just walk in one day." Really? Did he really just say that?

"Why are you here?" I ask more irritated this time.

"I have something to tell you," he says sitting on my bed. He grabs my hand but I yank it away. This isn't Haymitch. He's normally repulsive and mean. I notice he looks surprisingly sober too. "It's the boy," he sighs. "I got up an hour ago to feed the geese and I looked over to his house and well, I saw.." He stops mid-sentence.

"You saw what?" I ask.

"Katniss," he says. He sounds just like Gale did when he visited me after I got rescued from the arena by District Thirteen, like he would talk to injured prey. "Peeta's dead. I found him on his porch."

My heart stops, and it seems like everything around me stops with it. Peeta's dead. That's impossible though. He was just here a few hours ago.

"But he just left my house a few hours ago," I say unsure of myself.

"That's when they think he was attacked," he sighs.

Attacked.

My hands begin to shake and it gets hard to breathe. I begin to gasp for air and Haymitch holds out his arms for me to go into them. "Come here, Sweetheart," he says. He pats my back and whispers things into my ear, but all I can think about is what a jerk I'd been to him- about how I pushed him away from me these last couple of days.

"The last thing- I said to him was to- to get away from me," I choke out somehow. "I was so mean to him!"

"Shhh," Haymitch whispers. "You know he loved you."

"That makes it worse, Haymitch!" I yell and push him away. I put my face in my hands and catch the tears as they fall. I lost him. I lost the one thing I had left. I lost Prim, my mom, Finnick, I never really had Haymitch to begin with. I could never trust him to be there. Peeta was the one person, that no matter how stubborn I was, no matter how hard things were, no matter how far I ran, somehow, he always found his way back to me. Now he's gone. Now I'm completely and utterly alone.

Maybe I'll turn out like a morphlings from District Six, I think to myself. Maybe I'll turn out like Haymitch. Without Peeta, where will I end up?

Haymitch pats my back awkwardly while I cry. "Who did it?" I mumble.

What?" he asks, unclear of what I said.

"I said," I snap. "Who did it?"

"We don't know," he sighs. "They're investigating it."

I thought after the war, Peeta and I would be safe. I thought that we could live our lives and not have to worry about anything anymore. I was wrong. I was very wrong.

"Katniss," Haymitch says. "You'll get through it. I promise." I think about it for a second. Haymitch lost everything. He didn't get through it. He spends his days drinking away his pain.

I shake my head. "After what I did to him, there's no way I'll get through it."

"What did you do?" Haymitch asks me, seeming concerned. I tell him about Gale coming and pushing Peeta away and the nightmare and how I lost control of myself and yelled at him right before he was killed." Haymitch listens to my entire story, occasionally nodding his head as I go. This is not the Haymitch I know.

"So," Haymitch says. "You realize now, that you need him?"

I nod my head. "Yeah, but now is too late."

He takes his hand off of my back and stands up. "It's not too late," he says with a smile. "I lied. He's at home asleep."

"What?" I scream and I jump up from my bed.

"He's at home asleep," he shrugs and smiles again.

"Why would you lie to me like that?" I yell, but I don't wait around to hear his answer. I run down the stairs and sprint across my yard to Peeta's house. Luckily, he doesn't lock his door at night either and I burst in. He's sitting on his couch watching TV.

"Katniss?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

I run up to him and embrace him. I feel the tears stream down my face, but now, they're tears of joy. "You're okay!" I scream. "You're okay!"

He pushes me away and pushes the hair out of my face. "What's going on?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it. Can you forgive me… for everything?"

I see him smile, that smile that tells me everything is going to be alright again. I love his smile. "You don't even have to ask," he chuckles. He looks down, and then back up again. "What did Haymitch do?"

"It doesn't matter, Peeta," I say. I debate on my next words, but then I realize I don't need words. Look how far words have gotten me. Instead, I lean down and put my lips to his. It's a short kiss, not like the passionate ones we've shared, but it means something to me.

"What are we doing, Katniss?" he asks. "You tell me what's going on, because to be honest, I have no idea."

"I don't know," I sigh and shake my head. Because really, I don't.

"What do you want?" he asks. Typical Peeta, so interested in what I want. It's never what he wants. When I don't answer, it's not because I don't want to. It's because I'm thinking. He shakes his head and stands up. "You let me know when you decide." He puts his hand on my cheek for a moment, then heads toward the door. I just realized this is about the time he goes to work.

I don't give myself time to process my next thought. I just blurt it out. "Marry me!" I yell before he opens the door. He stops and turns around with a puzzled look on his face.

"What did you just say?" he asks.

I walk toward him until we're face to face. "That's what I want," I say. "I want you to marry me."

"Why?" he asks.

I don't know why I want to marry him. I just know that I can't lose him again. Somehow though, the words flow out of me. "You told me once that you didn't want to change," I say. "You said you wanted to be yourself. I didn't understand what you meant right then. It took me a while. I've realized something, Peeta. I've changed a lot, and I mean a lot. And hey, sometimes change is a good thing, if you change for the right reasons. I didn't. I lost myself, Peeta, but when I'm with you, I'm myself again. I need you, Peeta. You make me…well, me."

He smiles that smile that I love so much and grabs my hand. "You don't want a formal proposal?" he asks me.

I shake my head. "I think this is just perfect." I squeeze his hand and he pulls me close.

"I think so too." He scoops me up into his arms. As he pulls me in for a kiss, I think, That's my fiancée.