Life! Really, really sux. Everyone is five in this story.
PEETA POV
She is so pretty standing there in her flower dress. I love her so much. I love her hair, her face, I don't care what people say about cooties, I'm willing to sacrifice.
I pick a daisy off the ground and walk toward her. "Katniss," I say.
"Yeah," she says.
"I got you this," I say, handing her the flower.
"Peeta, it's beautiful! Thank you."
"Just like you," I say.
She smiles and kisses my cheek. She kissed me! Do I have cooties now? I hope not. I want to live the rest of my life with her. But what if I still love her when I'm sixty? I'll be dead by then. And so will she. Why is life so short?
"Peeta," she says.
"Yeah."
"Did you know that we are going to get married when we're older?"
"Really," I say.
"Yeah. We will get married, have kids and live in a sugarhouse."
"Wow," I say. We both smile.
She taps my shoulder and says, "Tag!" She starts running away.
"Hey no fair," I say and run after her. We run around the meadow for a few hours until it gets dark. Then we lay side by side as we watch the stars and all the different shapes they make. There's one that looks like bread, one that looks like a snowman. But my favourite is the one that looks like a heart. I show it to Katniss and tell her it reminds me of her. She smiles and embraces me in a hug.
I can't wait until we're married and have a family. Then every day could be like the last. Perfect.
If that's not corny, I don't know what is.