Okay guys, here's drabble number two. This one is Peeta's, and it's a bit shorter than the last one, but I rather like it. Up next will be a Rue oneshot, posted on Thursday, and after that, I'll either do whatever one of you requests or write something else! Thank you for all the great reviews, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
You'd think that I would be able to do this really easily, but for some reason, I can't. Theoretically, a person should be able to perfectly describe the person that they're in love with, but that really doesn't make sense. When you love someone, they're indescribable, because they're all but a part of you.
How's this? I have every right to hate her for what she did to me, leading me on in front of the entire country, using me. But I don't. I couldn't hate her, even if I wanted to, which I don't. How could I hate someone I'd gladly die for? And all I really want is for her to be happy. Even if it isn't with me.
I think that tells you everything you need to know about her.