Hello there,
These are Peetas thoughts after everything is over and he lived with Katniss and Haymitch in district 12 again.
I hope you like it
Avaline
You love me. Real or not real? You know it. But I don't. Why do I love you? In me there was hate. And prior to that love. We, the star-crossed lovers. I don't know if I love or hate you. But I would do everything for you. Really everything. The first time in that arena you saved my life. We saved each other. The star-crossed lovers . The heroes from district 12. The second time I saved you. What if I hadn't volunteer for you? Who knows? I wouldn't have been with you. Haymitch would have been with you. I would have blame myself. I wanted to protect you. Real or not real? The capitol tortured me. They expect me to say, what they wanted to hear. I protected you, didn't I? They said you are a mutation. I didn't believe them. They said it over and over again. At some point I started to believe them. Johanna and Annie. In the cells to my right and left. Their screams were my distraction. You are a mutation.
You came and get me, freed me. Really? I hate you. Real or not real? I don't know it anymore. There is a thin line between love and hate. Only one wrong step and you fall to the wrong side. Why couldn't we be like Finnick and Annie? Love forever. Forever one. Finnick told me, he nearly went insane, when we were in hell. In the apartment we fled to after the tar flooded the square and the peace keepers killed the Leeg sisters. Yes, he died and Annie survived. Not the perfect ending... But what's about us? We aren't perfect. Do we love or hate each other? I had these pictures in my head. I give you bread. We kiss, in the arena. That are pictures, which don't glow. The ones, which should be real. I can't see anymore, what is real and what isn't. Can I trust you? I'm confused. You must help me. Please, help me!
You didn't pretend loving me. Real or not real? Are we the tragic lovers from television? I have always loved you, haven't I? Love is blind. I follow you blindly. On the road to ruin? I was tortured. Because of you. Or not?
It seems like the capitol shoot the leaden arrow of Eros right in my heart. There, where the golden arrow of love should have been, was hate. I love you. Real or not real? I want it to be real. Please shoot me with the golden arrow of love. Right into the heart. Please, Katniss... So I know that I could love you again...