A/N: The penultimate drabble here. I think I might go onto the 75th hunger games next if I want to. ;)
Peeta
Her face is burned permanently into my memory. No matter how much I want to shake it, her face roars like the fire crackling inside of her. That face, blocking anything, unable to let me see what's inside it, yet still one of compassion. For Prim, that is, for her loving younger sister. Not for me. Never for me. Katniss Everdeen's stare tears into my heart, clasping it with her two hands. And no matter how much it makes me shake, and no matter how much it is the wrong thing right now in the hunger games, I love her.
