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"S-she k-knew?" I stutter out.

"Katniss. She spent so much time with me in that hospital, trying to get me back to me. The real me. There was more then enough time for her to find out everything. And I think the reason why she was so adamant on getting me back, was because of her love for you. She knew you so much better than she led on. Prim understood, even then." He trails off.

I am in shock, not so much shock because I was aware of her efforts. I knew she was constantly in District 13's hospital, and I knew her number one patient priority was Peeta. But I am surprised because she never told me anything. I guess that's another thing she was good at- keeping secrets.

"Prim was smart. She made me question so many false accusations that were made against you. She'd ask me to tell her stories. She'd pick apart the facts from the falseness. I remember this one time, she asked me to tell her about our relationship. The one that was brodcasted to the rest of Panem- and when I was done, she said "You love her. You've always loved her. That's why you were so willing to make up those lies. It was to save her." I argued until dawn, but she was so. . .persistant. After she left, that's all I could think about. That's the day I called for you. Your sister gave me hope, that maybe- just maybe the old Peeta was inside of me. And he was- he was just buried under many layers."

I blink, making sure that this isn't just a dream.

"I finally understand." It's an almost whisper from my lips.

"I finally understand now. You planted the bushes because of what she was able to do for you! And it was the old Peeta, the real Peeta that gave me the can of lamb stew and stayed with me the night I hurt my ankle. It was the real you that made the perfectly timed compliment to Pollux, and the memories of the first games…And the way you pushed me ahead in the sewers of the capitol. It was really you."

He moves closer to me, his head resting on top of mine.

"I realized it when we were in the sewers, and in the capitol. I couldn't let you die. I had to protect you, I had to be there for you-even though I wasn't fully there myself. The layers of the hijacking were begining to crack even then." He quietly explains. I have a small tear of happiness running down my cheek. I'm estastic he really is here. He puts his hand to my tear and wipes it away softly. I don't know why it took this long for this conversation, or even why it took me this long to realize that it has been Peeta. The real Peeta who has been with me, just with slight complications, it's the boy with the bread.

I start whimpering into his chest, he comforts me.

"Welcome home" I whisper over and over again.

Peeta kisses my forehead, and soon enough we are gone from the world.