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Chapter six- She loves me, she loves me not.

(Peeta)

The next three months passed in a blink of an eye. The days seemed to run together forming one really long day. Every morning I would wake up and head over to Katnisses house, although sometimes I would have just slept on her couch. I spent my mornings baking, because it usually took Katniss a long time to get up.

I would bake muffins, and bread and occasionally a cake. Most likely Katniss would be downstairs by ten or so and we would eat something. Then we would get to work on the book, which was kind of the new point of our lives. The book rejuvenated us. It not only helped me sort out more memories, but it reminded us of purely good times, and nothing bad. I love drawing in the book, some of my favorites things are Prim's hair, Katnisses long braid, and the cave from our first arena. We would eat lunch after we worked on the book, and then it was time for the loneliest part of my day, because this was the time of day when Katniss would either take a nap or she would go out hunting. Both things would take her until early evening. I liked it better when she took a nap because I could hold her hand and watch her sleep, or even if I didn't she was still in the house with me. Yet, I know that hunting is good for her. Whenever she comes home she has a look of ease and sorrow on her face. I can only guess she thinks of Gale; the woods must feel different to her without him there. I don't really know what I think about Gale. I spent my entire life jealous of him. Jealous of how well he knew her and how much time her got to spend with her. There wasn't any reason to be jealous of him now, so I wasn't sure how to think of him. I respected him, in the sense of how he dedicated his life to protect his family, even though it was dangerous, and I owe him. I owe him my life, because there is no telling how many times he saved Katniss from death.

Anyway, Katniss rarely comes home with game but I know going to the woods, even if she just sits there, is good for her. Before diner, we talk or work on the book some more. Greasy Sae stops by to give us some soup most nights, and occasionally she brings her granddaughter who I have grown to be very found of.

Her name is Callie. She's only five years old, and she has short curly dirty blonde hair, and she is quite funny. I think I am so attached to her because, first of all, I love kids, and second she's so innocent. She will be raised in a world of no hunger games, raised where the people choose the leaders, she will grew up with food on the table. I like being around someone, even if they are still young, that has an abundant amount of love and hope. So I play with her, so to hear her perky laugh, and I give her cookies, to see that smile that is unscathed by pain or loss.

I take Katniss up to bed every night, and I lay down with her wrapped tightly in my arms until she falls asleep.

These three months have helped my distorted memories more than I can say. I can control them till the very second I fall asleep. But even then my nightmares of losing Katniss overweigh and are more frequent than my nightmares of Katniss being evil. The only thing that I don't know is something that I didn't know even before I was hijacked. I don't know if Katniss loves me. I know she would give her life for me in a blink of an eye, I even know she cares about me like she cares for her family but I don't know if she loves me. I want to ask her, but it's not something you can just blurt out to someone who has been through as much as she has. I don't want to put any more confusion in her life. Plus I'm scared of what she might say. What if she said no without hesitation, what would I do then?

However one morning, we were working in the book and she was writing down our conversations in the cave from the first hunger games. So I take my chances and at least ask her if she loved me before I was hijacked. This way I avoid all implications to how she feels about me now. She thinks for a long time, obviously running through everything in her head, trying to decide, she finally answers,

"Real. I've loved you since the day you gave me that burned bread. But it wasn't a romantic love."

I had more to ask, obviously, but I kept it back. I was very happy with her answer. It made me feel warm even though she did say 'not in a romantic way.' But maybe she did. She always has been scared of her feelings. I knew some of our kisses had meant something before, she told me that. So how knows? Katniss probably doesn't even really know. I'll save my questions for another time though.

"Did we already write that story in the book? The one about the bread?" I asked in order to change the subject.

"Yes, it was one of the first stories in there. It was the story you drew your dandelion by."

I don't know why she had me draw the dandelion; I just remember that she picked one the day after I gave her the bread.

Hey guys, thank you for reading! Remember to please review! Sorry these last few chapters are so short, just trying to set up and schedule and I wanted you to see how I think they'd feel about Gale. The next few chapters will be longer and have more of a story line to them. They might not be up in the today or tomorrow though. They might take me awhile. Anyway, love you all.