Okay people! I'm back! I apologize for being gone for so long. I have been (and still am) very busy these past few months. This is the last chapter! The story was shorter than I wanted it to be. I am going to have another story after this, but it won't be posted until June (I know, right?). Until then, enjoy!

KPOV

I wake up thrashing and screaming for the second night in a row. She was there; they were all there: Prim, Peeta, Finnick, Thresh, Rue, Glimmer, Foxface, Marvel, Clove, and Cato. All there. Lying still. Cold. Frozen. Dead. I choke out a sob. Then I feel hands around me, holding me with protective warm arms. "Katniss. It's ok. You're ok. Relax. It's okay." He continues to comfort me with these words until I eventually calm down. I put my hands around him and cling to him as if he was my life source.

"Peeta, what, what are you doing here?" I somehow manage to gag out

"I couldn't sleep and I heard you screaming so I came over to see if you were ok," He speaks slowly, his voice calm and comforting. I'm so grateful he's here.

"Thank you," I whisper.

Peeta just shrugs "I just wanted to make sure you were ok," Haymitch was right, I could live a million lifetimes and not deserve him. He pulls away and brings me a glass of water.

"Thanks" I say. He only nods.

"Have you gone to see Haymitch yet?" I ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, not yet. Well," He pauses and looks my way "I should get going," I look at him sadly and force my head to nod. "See you."

"Bye," I answer softly, not wanting him to go. Then, I have an amazing idea, "Peeta, come around 11. I want to show you something." I tell him just before he reaches the door.

"Okay," he says cautiously. And with that, he smoothly steps out and he's gone. Tomorrow will be great, I think to myself before being pulled into a dreamless sleep.

Part.2

KPOV

I wake up from my strangely dreamless sleep. It's about 9 A.M.; I only have two hours to get ready. I take a shower, get dressed, and then head downstairs. For breakfast I nibble on some fresh bread that Peeta must have brought last night and slurp a bit of hot chocolate. After eating I grab a basket and pack lunch for two. At eleven sharp the doorbell rings and I race over to the door and open it. I am greeted by Peeta. He is looking very nice, as always, in comparison to my hunting outfit. "Hello." He greets with a slight hint of a smile upon his lips.

"Hey. Ready to go?" I ask trying to sound casual.

"Where are we going?" he asks curiously as I rush past him

I smile and look back. "You'll see, come on." With that I race towards the meadow. He is surprised, but after a few seconds, he starts running after me. When we get there, he is out of breath. I slide under the fence with ease.

"We're going to the woods?" he pants out, I'm not sure if he scared or excited. Maybe both.

"Yes," I speak while smiling ear to ear. He follows me under the fence. When he squeezes through we start our hike through the woods. After a while, we reach Gale and my meeting place on the hill. I retrieve my bow and arrows from the rock I left it under a few days ago.

"Wow" I hear Peeta whisper behind me. I look over my shoulder at Peeta who is looking down at the valley with awe.

"Come on. We're almost there," After about an hour we reach a clearing. I push through some trees, and the first thing I see is the lake, looking very beautiful with its green-blue color. I look over to Peeta, who is staring at the lake in awe.

"My father showed it to me a few years ago." I have the mental image of my Father introducing us to the lake. "I never really shared it with anyone. Well, except Bonnie and Twill," I spoke and remembering the two refugees from District 8. I go inside the little stone house and drop off the food. When I came back outside I griped Peeta's arm and yanked him into the water. "Come on, I'm going to teach you how to swim."

We stay in the water for a few hours; I was teaching him how to swim. He ended up splashing me with water playfully and I splashed back, soon we found ourselves in an epic water fight. Eventually we lay on our back floating, looking up at the sky. After a while Peeta says "You know this is the most fun I've had in a long time."

"Me too," I reply still staring at the sky that matched his eyes beautifully. Finally, we get out of the water to dry up. We head into the small house and get a fire started. I set up lunch, or should I say dinner now. We start talking and end up watching the sunset outside, my head on his lap, much like that day on the roof before the Quarter Quell. And like before, for the first time in a long time, I feel completely at peace.

I think about everything that has happened in the past few days. After six months, Peeta has finally come back. I look up at the sunset, a beautiful combination of pink and orange. Then I look at Peeta, his blue eyes soft, so kind, staring into my dull, gray ones. I guess I always knew I would end up with Peeta. I think I knew, deep down, since we were in the cave during the first games.

I begin to dose off. Just before I close my eyes, I hear Peeta whisper, "You love me. Real or no real?" I smile. It's like he can read my thoughts. So without a moment's hesitation, I say it. What I've been meaning to say since he came back from the Capitol ages ago.

"Real".