Peeta's POV

"While we're sharing heartfelt stories…" I begin.

"Peeta, I want to tell you, but I just don't know how."

"I just need to know, for my own sanity."

"You just don't get it, do you?"

"Obviously not, Katniss."

"Everyone that I've loved, I failed. I loved my father but what happened to him?" she starts.

"That wasn't your fault!"

"Rue. Where's Rue? Is she at home with her family, Peeta? I didn't think so."

"Katniss, Rue didn't die because—"

"Gale went away and when he came back, well." She gives a slight nod to the side.

"That's not your fault he was bitter," I say.

"But it is. Had I chose him over you…"

"Look me in the eye and say that it's your fault all of this happened."

"It's all my fault," she says, staring straight into my eyes.

"You really believe you caused all of this," I say.

"And I promised Prim. But she died."

"That was definitely not your fault!"

"And well, I just don't want to take that chance, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid I'll fail you and our kids as well," she confides.

"You could never fail me," I say. And it's the truth. "Can we please go inside now? I'm getting soaked!"

"Alright," she says.

Once inside, I fix us each a cup of tea and we curl up on the living room sofa. "Peeta," she begins.

"Katniss," I answer.

"I want you to know that you were right this morning."

"About what?"

"When you said that I only wanted to try because Gale made me mad."

"Oh," I say. "Let's just get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay," Katniss says, as we get up to go to bed.