Sooooo I'm such a liar haha. I said I wouldn't be using Peeta's POV much, but here we are. Also I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting for an update.. I hope this makes up for it :D Enjoy!

Suzanne Collins has the rights to Peeta *sigh*

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Katniss just ran out of my house all because I couldn't control my temper. She only lied to protect me and I would have done the same for her. The problem is I need her to be fully honest with me if I'm going to trust her again. I can't always be wondering what is real and what is made up. My brain is so broken but sometimes I feel normal again, when I'm with Katniss.

When I'm with Katniss.

She keeps me in one piece and maybe I am broken, but we can be broken together. We need each other. When I'm with her I remember so much more. When she hugged me on the couch I was reminded of our time on the train when I would hold her through the night and ease her out of a nightmare. I know who I am with her. I know I love her, I know I always have.

What am I doing? I just let her run out of the house like that? I get up swiftly and try to follow her. As soon as I round the couch my foot catches on something and I'm clumsily falling to the floor. I catch myself just before my face meets the wood. I look behind me to see what I tripped over and I see Katniss' bow. I snatch the bow, grab my jacket and get out the door. I swing on my jacket and look in each direction. I see her figure far off heading towards the woods.

I should have known this would be where she would go. It is her place when she's grieving. Especially when she's grieving. She went there when her father died and I remember watching her run with tears streaking her face. I was a child then, I should have followed her, but instead I stayed where I was. She also went there when we got back from the games. I think she was affected by Rue's death. Even then I just watched her go and come back with less of a heartbroken look on her face. Knowing I didn't help her get that look made me feel like the same child that let her go in the woods after her father's death. She again went in the woods most recently to mourn her greatest loss: Prim. But this time I wasn't me, I was so lost in my own head I never even thought to go with her. Sure, I watched her go in the woods, but my mind wasn't connecting the dots and so once more I let her go into the vast wooded area to mourn another death without me.

I won't make the same mistake again.

I run as fast as my fake leg could go. It's humiliating how slow that pace actually is. I do my best and I follow her into the same weak part of the fence. At first I'm weary of the fence, but I tell myself she just got under it, so it isn't live and I won't have any problems. I make it under with a little bit more of a struggle than the tiny girl before me. I try to keep my eyes on her and see where she's going so I don't lose her.

It is difficult for me to keep up with her, but somehow I manage. I see her begin to slow and she looks so tired. She sits down on a large rock and brings up both knees to meet her face. I don't need to see her face, though, to know she's crying. Her shoulders are shaking and her whole frame seems to be weak. This sight alone makes me shed my own tears. I realize she is mourning something once more: me. I begin to cry with her and for her because she feels like she has lost me. I'm not lost. I'm right here.

This is probably why I never heard the pack of wild dogs.

I realized I had to do something because the dogs were closing in. Before I could even think about a plan Katniss had a rock in her hand and was chucking it at one of the dogs. The dog had no chance against her deadly aim. I dropped the bow because it is of no use to me and it isn't mine to use. I'm looking for anything to throw, a rock, a tree branch, anything when I hear her piercing scream.

The other four dogs have lunged at her and are currently trying to rip her apart. One dog has his teeth latched onto her forearm, another has a grip on her calf and the other two are attacking her shoes. I run, faster than I even a person with two real legs could run. I pick up the biggest rock I can and I hurl it at the first dog and it makes contact with a sickening cracking sound. It falls down clearly dead. Katniss is slumped over, surely unconscious from the attack.

"Katniss!" I cry. If I can do this right, the other dogs will abandon her and try to come after me. I'm flailing getting the attention of the other three dogs. It works and they let the parts they had claims on fall. They charge me, but I have another, almost boulder like rock ready and when one dog is close enough I slam it down on its body entirely. There are only two dogs left and I realize I have no other means of attack. They both lunge at me and one's teeth graze my upper arm.

I realize my only option left is to wrestle them and hope I'm strong enough to kill them with my bare hands. One seems to come at me faster than the other and I choose that one to wrestle with. I get it to the ground easily, but not without a couple small cuts from its claws. I take the wild dog's skull in my hands and twist. It's a stomach turning sound when the skull severs from the spinal cord. I almost get sick right there, but knowing there is one more dog keeps me in check. It looks me in the eye and it knows it is the last one left. Fear replaces the anger in its eyes and it backs away slowly. It turns and runs in the opposite direction crying for their dead companions. Somehow I empathize with the poor, insignificant dog.

I go over to the girl fallen over on the rock.

"Katniss, cmon get up. Katniss?" I say.

My attempts to wake her are pointless because she's still unconscious. I take this time to check out her wounds. She's bleeding pretty badly and I rip off a piece of my shirt to use as a wrap to stop the bleeding. The worst injuring, I decide, is the one on her forearm so I wrap that first. I'm careful because I'm sure it hurts and I don't want to cause anymore damage. I then check her calf and rip another part of my shirt off so I can wrap that also.

I gather her in my arms to look for anything else I can help. I look at her face and for once she seems peaceful. The tear stains are still there, but her face is natural and calm. She has a couple scratches, but they can heal on their own time, I can't help them now. I inspect the rest of her exposed body and come to the conclusion there is nothing more I can do. Her clothes are shredded so I take off my own slightly torn jacket and put it over her. I gather her warm body in my arms and I carefully head back in the direction I came.

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Well holy intenseness, Batman. I hope you liked this chapter.. I struggled with it a little bit so some reviews would be really nice… But as always I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and tell me what you think! What happens now that they both have realized their feelings? Will anything happen? Hmm..