I look up at Katniss, my wife, who I had left for about a day.
"Peeta," she says.
"Katniss," I say.
"How-?" she starts. A doctor walks in and sees me.
"I'm sorry that I acted the way I did," he says. I look at Katniss questioningly.
"He kind of, freaked out and started screaming like a baby," she explains.
"It's okay," I say. "It would freak me out too. So what happened?"
"I was putting the salt on, when I accidentally knocked over a little beaker," he starts, pointing next to me on the bed. I see a small, glass beaker. "A scientist gave it to us. He said that it would help stop grieving. We thought it was a type of drug or something."
"The liquid brought Peeta back to life?" asks Katniss.
"Yes," he says. "We had never tested it on anything because we didn't know what would happen." He stops talking and I stare out into space.
"I'm alive," I say.
"I'm alive," my formerly dead husband says, making me grin.
"You've died before," I say. "When you ran into that force field in the Quell." He nods, remembering that event.
"I thought I was gone forever," he says.
"So did I," I agree.
"I'll just leave you two alone while we call the scientists," the doctor says, as he leaves us alone.
I lean forward and kiss him. He weakly kisses back, and we pull apart. He looks me in the eyes.
"I love you, Katniss. We'll never part. Fate stepped in, but we defeated it, once again. I'll never leave your side and I'll never let you leave mine," he says. It's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. "We'll be together forever."
I love Gale like a brother. I love Peeta like a husband. While I do love Gale in some way, it's not the romantic type of love. We're like brother and sister, and that's not how I define love.
I feel a single tear run down my cheek. Its warmth comforts me, giving me the strength that I long to have.
I act like I'm so tough. I won the Hunger Games. I was the Mockingjay. I hunted illegally. I killed Coin. I don't care. I'm nothing more than any other girl: a romantic.
I'm just a girl who needs to be loved. I need the assurance that I'm not a wasted human being. I need a reason to be where I am. Peeta is back. Peeta is my reason. Peeta is my assurance. Peeta is my rock.
Love- a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
Sorry that this chapter was so short. Did you like it? Would you want me to write a sequel? And if so, about what?