Stay With Me Always

by DandelionsAndBurntBread

His body is covered with the flame scars like mine, and his eyes don't have the clouded tortured look. They look almost the same as they did the day he tossed me the bread. Almost innocent. I'm brought back to that day. I know that I will always remember it. He sees me staring at him and smiles. I feel the heat in my cheeks. This is different, but it seems right.

2. Scary Thoughts

Yay! I'm updating this one now! I'm super sorry these are so short! I just don't really know where to take the story from here. Well, I kinda do... Anyway... I hope you like it. And please R&R! :)

Disclaimer: I still don't own The Hunger Games. My life is to boring to do so.

I walk back into my house, still red-faced and smiling widely. Later, Greasy Sae questions my good mood. "It's nothing," I tell her.

Peeta is here. With me. As I think about how he is actually here, I know that Gale isn't. I try to find anger, regret, longing. There is just relief.

I don't really know how Peeta and I will coexist in District 12. After all I've done to him, shouldn't he be angry with me? Even a tiny bit? The answer is yes, he should, but he still loves me. Another question is, do I love him? Everyone says I did. Everyone says that it was real.

Is it really? I think it might be…

How am I suppose to know?

Maybe I know already…

Isn't that a mind-boggling thought? You knowing, but not knowing at the same time? It's the might be the most frustrating oxymoron.

I think back to hunger I felt while inside both of the arenas. How I felt all of those times during the war.

I've been living the most frustrating oxymoron.

This is a scary thought.

I shoot up out of my chair, which makes me a bit lightheaded. Not caring, I burst through my front door and head straight towards Peeta's home. The air is warm and crisp and feels how i feel inside. Rejuvenated.

Even with that rejuvenated feeling, I'm a bit winded when I get there. I bound up the few steps that lead to the small porch. I knock on the door happily.

It isn't very late. By looking at the sun, it seems to be around 6:00. Even then, Peeta answers the door quickly. All I see are his sky blue eyes and I jump into his arms.

Maybe it isn't so scary a thought.

He is a bit surprised, but by how he pulls me closer, I know he is happy to see me. "Hi," I breathe. I unlock our embrace slightly so that my palms rest on the back of his neck. "Hey," he smiles.

I put my lips to his. I feel him smile again. He kisses me back. This time, I smile. Reluctantly, I pull away and hug him again.

It isn't scary at all.

Now is a good moment. What will happen during all of the bad moments I'm sure will happen? Now is not the time to think about that. Now is the time to hug and kiss Peeta and know that I love him.

I do just that.