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Chapter Twenty Five- Real
(Katniss)
The years passed quickly. Peeta and I became increasingly comfortable in our own skin and with each other. Peeta and Katniss. Katniss and Peeta. It was all that there was and all that we needed. Our souls healed slowly and together forming a tight knot between us.
As we lay in bed one night, warm and wrapped together, Peeta leaned in close till our noses touched. He looked me in the eyes and the years spent full of insecurity and fear vanished. He whispered, "You love me. Real or not real?"
The question that haunted me and crept up on me all those years ago now seems so obvious. How could I have missed it? How could I have been so cold that I went a day without Peeta by my side? I felt my heart reach out for his in a way it never fully had before.
I smiled and whispered back, 'Real."
All defenses and worries melted away when he crushed my lips with his that night.
I love you I love you I love you, my dandelion in the spring. The phrase was better and had more healing power than any song I had ever sung.
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