Nightmares pervade my unconscious, consciousness of sleep that night. Images of the bones, the rubble and the sickly sweet scent make me shiver. But worse than the images is when I dream that Peeta is here:
"Will you stay with me?" I ask.
"Yeah, of course." He replies, climbing into bed with me. I relax into his warm embrace, allowing myself to close my eyes.
"Always."
and I wake up to find the other side of my bed mercilessly empty, and my back cold with sweat.
"Can't sleep?" asked a little voice.
I shook my head like a child. No.
Prim gets up carefully from the bed that she shares with our mother and walks over to me. (I notice she takes care not to wake that cat as well.) I pull back my blankets and she crawls in.
"You can tell me." she says knowingly, "I'm good at keeping secrets, even from Mom."
"Nobody hates the Capitol more than me." I start. "I want to help but, even if we win the rebellion, I don't know what will happen to Peeta."
I pause. "I mean he's not safe anywhere."
"If you want something just ask." Prim whispers. "You could demand almost anything and they have to agree."
I slowly tuck a loose strand of hair behind my sister's hair. My little sister, who had suddenly become so strong and wise.
"I should wake you up more often little duck." I say softly.
Prim fell asleep in my bed shortly after.
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