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Chapter 3: For Me

By: Chloe Jo

He came back, for me. I couldn't breathe, my heart wasn't beating. He was here, franticly trying to get to me through my house.

I didn't know why, but I kept my eyes shut tight and my back pressed against the wall. I was worried I had pushed myself to far today and my mind was having some kind of glitch from all of the strange activity today. It this wasn't real, it would destroy me. I would be a thousand times worst then I was this morning when I woke up.

I could hear the steps stop close to me, a few feet away from me. Still afraid my mind is betraying me, I ask in a pleading whisper, "You are actually here. Real or not real?"

"Real." He whispers just as lightly.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I still could not bring myself to open my eyes, because it would be like waking up from a dream that was to amazing to be true. I started sinking to the ground but was enveloped in the warm circle of his arms before I had even fallen a few inches.

"Do you really not want to see me so badly that you will not even open your eyes? I can… leave if you truly do not want to see me…" He said in the smallest, most hurt voice.

Before he even had time to loosen his grip on me, my eyes shot open and I yelled, "NO! Please don't leave me!" In that moment, I got to look in to the mesmerizing blue eyes that have occupied my mind for the past three months. When looking at them I knew my painting did not do him even the slightest justice. But most importantly I knew I was finally home.

It seemed like neither of us could move for what seemed an eternity, which was just fine with me. He finally let me go and looked at my feet. I had not realized that I had dropped my bags from the store, much less the mess I had made. The eggs had broken everywhere, but the bags of flour and sugar had not broken open. But what really caused the mess was the cinnamon. It was everywhere. All Peeta could do was laugh.

I chose that taking the unbroken baking supplies to the kitchen should be the first step in the clean up process, but before I could actually pick anything up Peeta had all the bags in his arms and was headed toward the kitchen. I could not let him leave my sight so I followed after him like a lost puppy who just found a child that would pet her.

I was as if he had never left, he knew exactly where everything was supposed to go, but that was probably because he was the one who had organized it in the first place. I went to the sink to get a rag with soap and water on it to start cleaning up the cinnamon mess. He did the same. Neither of us said anything while we cleaned, until curiosity got the best of him.

"May I ask you why you have so much cinnamon? You do know you could never actually use this much right?" He said with a chuckle, probably thinking the excessive amount of cinnamon was because of my lack of baking knowledge and not the real reason.

I decided to tell him the truth, "It smells like you… or you smell like it I guess… I mean… ugh, I don't know what I am saying…" I shut my mouth and look down with a red face before I make a bigger fool of myself. I suddenly have a need to focus intently on cleaning up the mess.

Within seconds we had the mess cleared up, with him having done most of the work. I took his rag and rushed to the kitchen, eager to escape all the questions he surly had about what I had just said. I was conflicted about that I was supposed to say and what I wanted him to know. I was still in shock that he was here. Today had so many unexpected surprises. Then I remembered what Haymitch had said…

"You getting dressed isn't going to be your only surprise today honey, but good thing you look nice. It will make it better."

He had known Peeta was coming home today. I was suddenly thrilled that he had come on the day I found the courage to wear his dress. I was a little embarrassed about how obsessed with him I seemed in this moment but did not really care. I knew if I was going to make this work, whatever this was, I had to tell him how I feel. Apparently I had been at the sink in such deep thought that I did not hear him behind me, but suddenly he was there.

"Please, you have to tell me, it is killing me. Did you really miss me? A portion of how much I missed you? Even a little?" He whispered in my ear. I shivered because it felt so good to have him with me. I did not think I had the words, but I did have something else to show him how I felt about him.

Before he could react I was sprinting to the front door and grabbed my painting from where I had hid it while we were cleaning. "Close your eyes" I told him. I walked back to him and placed the picture in his hands.

"Maybe this will be able to answer your question." As he was looking at it, he was speechless. In his silence I somehow found my words.

"Did I miss you? Even a little? I couldn't do anything without thinking of you. You are everywhere. You are my life. When I wake up in the morning the first thing I think about is you, the last thing I think about and dream about is you. I broke the mirror in my bathroom because I could not face the things I had done to you. Even looking at myself reminded me of you. You told me before you left that I had your heart. Well you had much more of me with you. You had and still have my heart, my soul, my entire being. I would die without you. I owe you more then I will ever be able to repay. Even after everything I have done to you, said to you. You are still giving me hope, making my life worth living. This dress was like the bread. It was a shining beckon of hope in the darkest night that seemed unending. So I put it on today and you changed everything. Even when you were not even here yet… So you ask if I missed you? Yes, yes I missed you and never want to feel that way again. Now I ask you the same question, did you miss me even a portion of how much I missed you?"

I never had said anything like this before, ever. It caused both of us to be speechless. As I had said this I had confidence in my voice but not in my body and I have stepped back several steps. Suddenly, in 3 long strides he closed the gap, grabbed my face and whispered, "You can't even imagine…"

Then he kissed me.

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~Chloe Jo