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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MY SUPERHERO
The rest of our days in the Capitol are spent going on presses and being asked the same questions about our engagement, the tour, our future and our love for each other. After our 3 days we finally board the train late at night and find out that we have 2 days of travelling.
As soon as Peeta and I get in my room inside the train I take my heels off and fall into bed as I am.
"Katniss." Peeta says at my behavior. "Come on, get up and get ready for bed."
I whine and close my eyes. Peeta helps me sit up but I just lean on him. I just really want to sleep right now. He starts taking the hairclips out of my hair and all the lucky bands. He does it nice and smoothly. He doesn't pull my hair too hard, his very gentle.
"Stay here." He says and gets up to go somewhere. I balance myself to stay sitting up while Peeta goes and gets whatever his going to get. I can't keep myself up so I end up falling on the bed again.
When I hear Peeta again he sighs, picks me back up and suddenly I feel him brushing my hair. I manage a smile even though I'm tired as I am.
"Peeta, you don't have to." I mumble almost inaudibly.
"Well you won't do it yourself." He says.
I open my eyes slowly and blink a few times to try to wake up. I manage to dim my tiredness a little bit and I sit up straight instead of leaning on Peeta. He stops brushing when I move.
"I don't really care about my hair being brushed when I'm about to sleep. I just need to get changed alright." I say and yawn.
"Alright then, you can change and I'll take a shower." He mumbles says. He stands up and I see him enter my bathroom. "Peeta, you don't have a change of clothes."
He sighs then walks to my wardrobe; he grabs a shirt that looks like his size, underwear and some shorts. "I do now." He says and goes inside the bathroom. After that, I don't do anything. I just sit there tiredly trying to wake up. I manage to get up and I stumble slowly to my wardrobe. I try to open my eyes wider to be able to see what I'm looking for. I pull out a shirt, any shirt and it drops to the floor. I grumble and pick it up. I move so slowly that I think I've spent at least three minutes trying to pick it up and throwing it on the bed.
I reach for my back to try and unzip my dress but I can't reach it. I try harder but I still can't feel the zipper. But suddenly I feel his hand.
"I'll get it." Peeta says and I feel my dress loosen and hear the sound of the zip coming down the line.
"I'll turn away now Katniss…" He mumbles and I hear his feet shuffle. I take my dress down and continue to change for bed. I drop the dress and leave it on the floor and put my shirt on. I look sleepily into the wardrobe for some pajama pants. I put a yellow one on and crash land myself into the bed.
"Katniss…" Peeta scolds. I ignore his comment and go under the covers.
Peeta turns off the lights and soon joins me into bed. When Peeta hold me I can feel his bare chest against my thin shirt.
"Peeta why are you not wearing your shirt?" I ask tiredly.
"Because it's too hot." He answers.
"Mmhm…" I grumble.
"What? Does it bother you?" He asks.
"Sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable."
"How?" He asks confusingly.
"It's like me sleeping in nothing but underwear." I explain and turn around to burrow my head in his chest. And I hear that familiar beating of his heart that I haven't heard in a while. The beating of his heart, sometimes I look at it as my lullaby. A steady beat that will send me to sleep. I start drifting off to sleep when Peeta asks a sudden question.
"Should I go and out a shirt on then?"
"N-no. I'm fine with that. Your skin's soft, I have no problem laying on in or anything." I mumble sleepily.
"Katniss…do you think Gale is mad about out engagement?"
I haven't thought of that. Of what Gale would be thinking? Now that it crossed my mind I put an answer to question. Yes, Gale will definitely be unhappy about this.
What made Peeta ask this question though? What is he afraid of? I he scared that Gale might do something to him? The last time I checked I wasn't any of these boys' property, I'm my own person. And if Gale wants to make a big deal about this then he can. But if he takes it out on Peeta, he should know better. If his going to argue about it with anybody, it should be me. He has no right to taunt Peeta.
"I don't think Gale would mind that much. He understands." I lie.
"Do you think so Katniss?" He asks.
"Peeta…" I open my eyes fully this time and move back a little, trying to see Peeta in the dim light.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. Gale understands, and if he doesn't…he will."
"But if Gale gets mad then he should take it out on me. Not you." He says.
What are Peeta and I trying to do with each other? A while ago I was just saying to myself that Gale has no right to get mad with Peeta for anything. That he should argue with me. But then there's Peeta stating that Gale should get mad at him. What are we doing?
Protecting each other? Because that's all we've ever done, in the Games, when we were allies, we were trying to protect each other with the best of our abilities and now; we're protecting each other in any way we can.
"Peeta you're like my bodyguard you know that? My human shield, my superhero." I explain to him, much more awaken than I was before.
"That's all I want to do. Keep you safe really." He says further then yawns.
I blink a few times and find that I am awake. Not tired anymore, all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
"Peeta now you've waken me up." I grumble.
"I'm sorry…"
"You must be punished; you're sleeping on the floor tonight." I say not making myself sound serious.
"No. Katniss please, I'm sorry." Peeta begs and I start pushing on his chest lightly.
"Go on. Get on the floor."
"Katniss please…"
"I'm not going to say it again Peeta," I say not as serious as I was before.
"Katniss…" Peeta seems to buy it so I continue lightly pushing him back.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You can go back to sleep now."
"No Peeta, you're sleeping on the floor. All I wanted was crash into bed and go to sleep entangled in your warmness." I exaggerate the word 'warmness' to add more humor.
"I won't be able to sleep without you." He says desperately and I just want to laugh out loud because his falling for everything.
"Get on the floor. Now." I say and I shove him one more time and he falls so suddenly I get a mini heart attack. He even grunts and I get more worried.
"Peeta?" I say urgently as soon as I look over the edge of the bed and see his body lying there. Suddenly I hear him laughing and I get a bit scared.
"Peeta?"
"I'm fine Katniss." He says and continues laughing.
"Well then, here's your pillow." I grab his pillow behind me and pass it to him. After that I turn around and look away from him. Pretending I'm going to sleep.
I hear him grunt and he his body fall to the ground. I put the covers comfortably around me and wait for the moment Peeta begs further. I like playing these games with Peeta; it adds more fun to our friendship.
"Goodnight Katniss…" Peeta says suddenly.
"Uh, goodnight." I say. Something's wrong. Peeta would've said that a long time ago and he sounds to…happy. Like you just won something big or you've figured something out. Is Peeta playing with me as well? Expecting me to beg him to come back in bed with me?
Oh that's not happening.
I let out a contended sigh and lay my head more comfortably in the pillows. I lie there awake for a few minutes until I hear Peeta's very quiet snoring. I decide to look at him over the edge and I see his dark silhouette comfortably lying on the floor. I poke at his shoulder and he lets out a silent grunt.
"Peeta?" I whisper. He doesn't do or say anything.
"Peeta?" I say a bit louder and poke a bit harder.
He grunts even more and I see him open his eyes. I know it's open because no matter how dim it is; whatever source of light is in the room, it always shines on his blue eyes.
"You missed me already Katniss?" I can just make out the smile on his lips. "I knew you'd give in somehow." He sits up and his head is just in line with mine.
"Can I come back to bed now Katniss?" He asks.
"Hm…" I say trying to sound as smart as I can. "Not really."
He just smiles and taps my nose with his nose. "Can I get a goodnight kiss before I lie back down on the floor then?" Peeta asks.
I pucker my lips playfully and he gives me a kiss. He kisses me and lets his lips linger there for a while. When he breaks out kiss he keeps his forehead on mine.
"You're so beautiful Katniss. I can't sleep on the floor Katniss. I can't sleep without holding you, I mean, what if something happens?" He says in a crucial like voice.
I wasn't planning on sleeping without Peeta anyway. "Get under the blanket with me then." I say and he laughs triumphantly.
"Yes. It worked." He says.
"What? Your sweet words and everything?" I say.
"Well, at first I thought you were serious about me sleeping on the floor then I thought that you were acting to strange like you just wanted to have fun. I knew you wouldn't let me up on the bed until I embarrass myself or say something that amuses you." He says while he gets under the covers and holds me gently.
"Wow really?" I say sarcastically.
"Yes, that's what I though anyways Katniss." He yawns again and I hear him mumble a tired goodnight.
"I still didn't like you waking me up though." I say and find myself yawning a goodnight.
I lay with my back pressed against Peeta's chest and I can feel him runs his thumb on my waist, where his hand lays. It sends chills down my spine; it also tickles me a little bit.
"Stop fiddling Peeta." I mumble.
He sighs but doesn't stop. He evens makes a brave move to put his hand under my shirt and rubs circles on my skin. "...soft..." I hear him mutter quietly.
"Alright Peeta, just go to sleep you cheeky monkey." I say and yawn again.
"Katniss?"
"Mm?"
"Can I forever be your cheeky monkey?" He asks me like a small child.
"You're my only cheeky monkey Peeta." I say tiredly and feel myself drifting off to sleep. "You'll always be my cheeky monkey." I continue.
"Always?" He asks confusingly.
"Always Peeta." I confirm and I just really want to go to sleep so I'll just agree with everything. The way he runs the circles on my waist is quite soothing. I like it.
"Forever?" He asks again. I turn so now I'm facing Peeta and I lean on his chest.
"Yes Peeta," I sound drunk when I'm tired. I can just hear his smile, which makes me smile in some pathetic reason. He holds me tighter and I move into his embrace. Peeta's warm, soft skin and the steady beat of his heart will make me fall asleep sooner. I can tell that Peeta isn't tried because he keeps talking.
"Tell me a bedtime story Peeta." I mutter.
Peeta clears his throat, "I don't know that story to tell you..."
"Anything will do, I want to sleep." I say.
"Okay...um...well...this story is about a girl called...Serena- no...Cinderella. Now, Cinderella lived with her two evil step sisters and her step mother..." I haven't heard of this story before and I can't fall asleep because I can't stop listening to him. He tells me the story, taking breaks every now and then to remember what happened next.
"..No..the fairy god mother said to Cinderella that should be back by midnight because that's when the magic will time out. So, Cinderella attended the party and as soon as she walked into the hall the Prince's eyes we're on her..."
I listen until he finishes the story, it was a happy ending with the Prince finding Cinderella and marrying her, taking her away from her evil family. I loved it, I wonder where Peeta learnt it from because I think Peeta is the only one in Panem who knows this story. I decide to ask him when I wake up in the morning because I feel the need to sleep.
I don't wake up from any nightmare that night but I do have a dream. I can't quiet remember it but I remember how it felt. I was happy, I felt free. I could hear children singing a song, it sounded familiar, I couldn't remember it but I'm pretty sure it was the song I sang to Rue. Then I remembered feeling a completely different thing, I felt it in my heart. It was a feeling that was mixed with happiness, joy, passion and need. I didn't know what it was called but it was the best feeling in the world. But one thing I never forgot was when I was feeling that in the back of my head I couldn't stop thinking about Peeta. It was a dream of feeling, something that has never happened to me before. It feels weird to be honest; it's almost an out of body experience.
"What happened? Why did the train suddenly stop?" Octavia asks while we're eating our lunch. The train has stopped, there is obviously something wrong with it.
"We might just be having some difficulties." Haymitch answers and continues to eat. It doesn't bother me really, if I could just get Effie's permission then I can go out and get some fresh air.
After lunch, I decide to ask Effie and I don't want to leave Peeta alone so I talk him with me. Most of the time I just want to be alone, but now I want Peeta wherever I go. It's weird.
"Not too long outside you two." Effie warns before Peeta and I make a run for it outside.
"Race you." Peeta says and I give him a challenging look.
"You're on." I make a run for it and Peeta follows behind.
"I'll catch you Katniss!" He yells from behind, all I do is laugh and try not to bump any attendant as I run from them. I even run past Haymitch who is drunk and gives me an exciting good morning. "
I make it to the door first, I push the button and wait for the door to open. As I stand there though, as soon as the door opens, Peeta runs past me before I make a step outside. I wasn't ready to jump out and Peeta has managed to overtake me just in time.
"Yes! I won! Someone call the presses because I just beat Katniss Everdeen!" Peeta shouts as he lands on the ground. I stand there and watch Peeta in amusement. He looks at me smiling because, to him, he has just achieved something great.
"Because I'm nice Katniss. I'll help you down the train." He puts his arms out and I let him carry me down the train.
"Well congratulations Peeta." I say and give him a pat on the shoulder.
We look around at out surroundings, it's quiet. Nothing but trees on either side of the railway tracks. Just Peace and quiet. Peeta and I could just run, I could just drag him along with me because I failed didn't I? I ruined our last chance of survival, I didn't do enough to keep, not just my family safe, Peeta and Gale's family safe as well. I wasn't too convincing, unlike for Peeta who is head over heels in love with me. But for me...it's different.
But what I don't get is how natural things come without the cameras. Without the cameras, I would kiss Peeta whenever I felt like it and with the cameras it doesn't feel right and I'm too stiff. Peeta and I can express the love we have with each other without anyone pressuring us on, but with people watching and wanting us to certain things everytime we just look too fake. I guess that's how we've failed with the Districts.
No, I failed. Peeta didn't, he loved me all along and I was just playing along with the game.
I feel Peeta's arms wrap me from behind. He kisses my neck which sends warm chills down my spine.
"Let's walk down the track and just sit down when we're tired." I suggest.
"Whatever you want." Peeta takes my hand and we walk joyfully down the track. I even catch some birds fly past and I watch them fly in freedom. How I wish I was as lucky as them.
"Katniss when we get home..." Peeta starts saying and I look at him waiting for him to continue. "No, never mind." He says right after he shakes his head.
We continue walking in in silence and Peeta suddenly starts to play with my fingers. At first I didn't mind it, then the more I think about the more uncomfortable I got. So I just let go.
After that, I walk a few steps ahead of him. I can't do this, I just don't understand.
"Katniss..." He calls out to me. "I'm your friend Katniss; you know that, you have to help me understand somehow."
I turn around to meet him, "How Peeta? How can I help when I can't even understand myself?" I ask him in desperation.
Peeta stops walking and he gives me a sad look, "I knew you would say that." He puts his hands and his pocket then looks at the ground. "I'm here to help you though Katniss..." He mumbles quietly.
"I know Peeta." I walk to him and lift his head up to look at me. "What we've been through is hard to forget Peeta and what we're going through right now is harsh but we learn to fight through it together." I explain to him. He looks at me and listens to every word I say. Peeta smiles eventually and take my hand again, fiddling with it absent mindedly.
"We'll have a happy ending like Cinderella." I say suddenly and he lets out a chuckle.
"Prim would love that story, you should tell her that sometime." I continue.
"I don't know Katniss. I don't share the same relationship as Gale does to your family."
I look at Peeta again, "You need to stop thinking about Gale Peeta. I don't like him that way." I say to him.
He scoffs, "Katniss- it-" He pauses, "It's pretty obvious that you love him."
"Peeta." I say as a warning.
"It's true. Everyone knows it, everyone can see it Katniss."
"Well they're all blind because I don't love Gale." I argue.
"No Katniss, you're the blind one."
"I don't love him!" I yell and let go of his hand.
"You do Katniss. You do!" He continues to argue with me.
"Is that what bothers you Peeta? Gale? Is it him?" I ask angrily.
"This whole thing bothers me Katniss. It's messed up." He says and he doesn't even look at me.
"Peeta I don't love Gale."
"Stop denying it Katniss! Stop trying not to accept it alright! I accepted it years ago! I have no chance with you Katniss and this…this thing we have is how far we're going to be because I give up!" He says angrily.
"Go on. Let it all out Peeta." I encourage him.
He stays silent. He blinks a few times and lets his gaze fall on the ground, "I just don't know what to do anymore Katniss."
"Peeta…please, I just don't want anyone getting hurt anymore. Especially you." I say to him.
"Now I can't say that I love you more than Gale because that's no-" He starts but I put my finger on his lips to stop him.
"Peeta. I don't love Gale." I say again and hopefully he gets it through his thick skull.
Instead of saying anything, Peeta looks out into the open. "I've actually come to the point where…where I…I love someone and it…it hurts…it hurts so much." He says into the air.
I can't say anything to this; I'm too overwhelmed with emotion for any words to actually come out. My job would be so much easier if I just tried to understand people but I don't know how to do that. All my life, all I've done is fight and to stay true to myself. I look at the ground in humiliation because I lack sympathy and understanding.
"Katniss, even if you don't learn to love me back I just want you to know that I love you more than…more than anyone else…ever will."
I feel myself become teary. "Peeta…" I say and my tears start to fall. I'm not sobbing, I don't sound like I'm crying and my head is down so Peeta won't be able to know that I'm crying.
"I don't love Gale…" And this time he hears me choking and suddenly Peeta becomes worried. He apologizes quickly and wraps me in an embrace.
"It's h-hard to tell people the truth wh-when they k-keep arguing with what isn't." I choke on my words. Peeta stays quiet and he just rubs my back.
"I'm sorry Katniss but-" I stop what his saying when I pull back and push him away form me.
"But what Peeta!" I yell angrily at him, tears falling down my face.
"That's not what I can see." He mumbles, "That's not what I believe in," He continues.
I shake my head at him. I'm sick of this, with everyone thinking I love Gale. I don't like talking or even thinking about it.
Gale is my best friend. Nothing more. Nothing Less.
Why is Peeta so stubborn? Why does he keep making all this stuff so much more confusing?
So I say the only thing I feel about him right now, "I hate you."
"I hate you," I repeat. More tears fall and I look at him in anger. He looks hurt, he should be. He has every right to after all these thoughts about Gale.
"I hate you!" I yell at him and I turn around and walk back to the train. Enraged with anything related to anger.
I go into my compartment and slam the door shut; making sure it's locked so no one can come in. Especially him.
I fall asleep and I don't wake up until it's really dark, I must've been really tired. I check the watch and its 9 pm. I wake up hungry and I decide to go out to see if I can still order food. Effie sends everyone to sleep at 8.
I walk through the dark hallways into the where we eat. An attendant sees me and quickly stands behind the counter.
"Can I please just have something to eat?" I say to them.
She just nods and she gives orders to the other attendants. I take a seat in the dining table and wait for my food. We're going to be home soon, what am I going to do when I see Gale?
What is he going to think of me?
"Katniss?" I hear his soft voice behind me. I don't turn around; I can't look at Peeta while I'm thinking of Gale.
"What?" Is the only thing I can say.
I hear him make his way towards me, his soft footsteps moving through the carpeted floor. He takes a seat next to me, "Katniss I'm sorr-"
What stops him from talking is when I push my chair back, "Just dont Peeta. Don't even try," I say and move to look out the window.
"Why can't we just go through a day without having to talk about Gale?" I demand for his answer.
"I don't know Katniss. I guess I'm used to it. I've always been jealous of him, even before I met you." He explains but that's not going to cut it sweetheart. I just hope that his tired of everything as I am. We're nearly home and I don't want to go him tired, exhausted and with extra problems. I just want to go home and see my mother and Prim and enjoy our time together.
"Peeta this isn't working," I say.
"Katniss what do you mean? What are you saying?"
I turn around to face him, "I can't have you mentioning Gale every 5 minutes."
"But-"
"I just can't Peeta! Don't talk to me until you've settled things with your messed up head!" I'm too harsh on him but it's the only way I can stop him from overreacting about Gale. It's just way too dramatic.
"So until then, can you please just leave me alone and figure yourself out first!" I say through gritted teeth.
The attendant walks out from the counter and sets my plate on the table. I take my seat opposite Peeta. I eat quietly and Peeta just sits there. Watching me.
Maybe I am being way too hard on Peeta when it comes to Gale. All his done is be nice to me and listen to what I have to say. I can't help it though; I can't compare Gale to Peeta. I don't want to do that.
I finish my food quicker than I thought and I had to one of the attendants. Peeta sits on the chair, his head down on his lap and his shoulder relaxed and slumped. I look at him, his probably doing what I told him to. To fix his messed up head about Gale.
Slowly, I walk towards him. "So are you coming to bed or what?" I ask him quickly.
He knows that I can't sleep without him. Even though I'm angry with him at the moment, I don't want to spend the night alone. That's unfair for Peeta though, after getting mad at him I expect him to just suddenly come to my aid whenever I need it.
That's not how I work though. I'm not using Peeta. I just need him.
"I'm sorry too Peeta." The words just suddenly slipped out of my mouth. Isn't what people say that comes from the heart?
I guess those words came from the heart.
"I just really can't worry about Gale because it just gives more things to stress about." I explain calmly. "And I don't hate you. I regret that now actually, that I even said that." He says nothing though and continues staring at his lap.
"Please come to bed with me. I won't be able to sleep again if you won't." I say.
Peeta sighs heavily; he gets up and looks at me. He gives me a small smile and points his head to the direction of the hallway.
"Didn't you just finish sleeping?" He asks.
I shrug, "We could just tell stories again."
We're silent for a while until Peeta speaks up, "So you don't like it when I bring Gale up in our conversations?" He asks and I tell myself to be nice to Peeta.
"No. Because it always feels like a competition between you two. All I want you to understand from this is that I don't like Gale in that sort of way." I say to him and he looks at me closely.
"I want to look at the both of you as friends not as competitors fighting for a useless prize." I say.
"You're not useless Katniss." Peeta implies.
"Do you understand now Peeta? And I really don't want you to keep making yourself upset by thinking of Gale and me together."
Suddenly Peeta wraps his arms around me and my arms go around his neck. His face hides into my neck and I hear him sniff.
Have I gone too far?
Peeta holds me tighter until I'm flushed against him.
"It hurts Katniss." Those three words break my heart. I remember when he said it the first time and when he said this morning that he loves me so much it hurts.
"I don't want it to hurt you know. I never expected my love for you to go this far." He explains softly.
"I tell myself that you love Gale all the time so that I try not to keep getting in your way. In where you want to go and what you want to do Katniss. Now I can take seeing you with Gale, I'm fine with that but I can't not love you Katniss. Loving you is part of me now." He says.
I'm finding it hard to breath, my chest is tight and my throat is clogged. It hurts when Peeta talks about his love for me, it doesn't just hurt him, and it makes a huge impact on me as well. This subject would be the kind of thing that I would try to avoid because I don't want any of us getting hurt any further but it's not something that we can keep inside ourselves and let if haunts us day by day.
I run my hand around the back of Peeta's hair to soothe him a little bit.
"Peeta I- I- I- I don't like seeing you like this. Smile for me will you." I say and lean back.
I meet his blue eyes and I encourage him by smiling a little. "No matter how much it hurts Katniss we'll keep smiling right?"
"Right." I confirm and he smiles. There it is, the boy with the blue eyes. My only comfort, my escape from the world, the only one I know who'll never leave me for sure, my friend and my knight in shining armor. I can say that for sure.
"I'll get there Peeta. I'll get there eventually…" I say and as I expected it, he didn't understand.
"Katniss I don't…"
After his sentence I kiss him, I kiss him because it's the only thing that I know will comfort him a little bit.
I didn't know what I was supposed to say a while ago when I said that I'll get there, it just came out again. I understand what I said but I don't think I was supposed to say it that way.
When Peeta and I stop kissing we walk to my room but every now and then Peeta would steal a few kisses as we walk. At times we'd end up leaning on the wall and it took a really long time to finally reach my room. I get ready for bed and when I get of the bathroom Peeta sits on the bed with his legs resting on the mattress and his back leaning on the headboard; his face covered in concentration.
His still bothered by our argument early in the afternoon. What started as our escape and freedom became our fight to understanding. It could be a good thing but not all arguments can end up well. If a person doesn't know how to forgive then one argument is enough for them to hate each other for a really long time.
What if Peeta or I made a wrong move this afternoon which would've caused us hate each other inside and out.
I think back to when I was eavesdropping on Haymitch and Peeta. How Haymitch said that we're already acting as married couples. I don't really know how to respond to that.
I go and sit on Peeta's lap and put my head on his shoulder.
"Can you please tell me the Cinderella story again?" I ask Peeta while I play with the hem of his shirt.
"Sure." He takes my legs and pulls them closer to his lap. I listen to the story of Cinderella again. I manage to fall asleep after the long sleep I had a while ago. It just goes to show how tired I am from this tour. Today we didn't go anywhere so Effie sent everyone else to bed early.
When we go on Districts we come back to the train at around 10 pm and we have to get rid of out make up then try and get some sleep. I usually wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and it takes time to calm me down, then Effie wakes us around 7 am. We only get a few hours' sleep and what we really need now is to rest.
I suddenly wake up sometime at midnight and I'm under the covers with Peeta. What I mean by that is our whole body is under the blanket; even our heads. I lay with my head on Peeta's chest. From my eye view I watch his stomach rise and fall; I hear his steady heart beat too.
I have absolutely no problems sleeping like this every night where I'm wrapped in Peeta's warmth. It's the only protection I have at night, especially when I have my nightmares. Without Peeta, I wouldn't be able to sleep a night without having a nightmare. Like I said, his my only escape, my only protection and my superhero.
I have to tell you guys, I got a little emotional writing this. Love is a really crazy thing, use it wisely guys don't go playing with it as a toy.
I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes.
The story 'Cinderella' doesn't belong to me as well. (Disclaimer)
Guys keep tuned for the next chapter(s). This story isn't finished yet, we still have District 12 and Gale too cover so stay with me. I'll try to get these things as fast as I can for you guys. Hopefully you are patient and understandable. I'm NOT leaving this story unfinished.
Please leave me what you think. It's my motivation to actually keep writing. I see how a lot of you guys ask about Gale and Katniss' feeling towards him and I used that as an idea to kind of tell you what you need to know. It's my motivation.
You guys keep this story going, without you it would be nothing. I'm thankful that you guys read my work because I spend do much time on it when I could just be out there living my life but I sacrifice my time for this.
I even have this Fanfiction that a reviewer told me to read and I can't even find the time to do that but I will.
I will. Don't worry.
Sorry for the long author's note.
Stay in tune! :D
-RestlessIdeas