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Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a

chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of

mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.

On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would

have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and

hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow

that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our

losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"

I tell him, "Real."

He slowly looks down, taking in the information. He tips his head back up, takes my hand and

chokes out, "I love you too."

Tears fill my eyes as he leans in and begins to kiss me. My body melts into the moment, and I feel like nothing can break us apart, we are one. He pulls me in, and my mouth locks perfectly in his. It seems as if hours pass, before we break to breathe. I crack a smile, the hunger burning in my stomach. He leans back, and grabs the bed frame. He knits his eyebrows, then a look of astonishment flash's through his body. A flashback, I think. He begins to shudder. I am utterly terrified, mostly for his sake. What if he stays this way, what if he has panic attack? I begin to cry, smacking my arms across the bed. I curl up, and begin to rock.

It takes about ten minutes, when I hear the doorbell ring. I get up, and wipe the tears from my cheek, and slip off the bed. Suddenly, he grabs my arm. "I'm sorry, Katniss," his face is so disturbed, it makes me cry.

"Katniss, I'm so sorry. Please, stop crying, it tears me apart!" I can hear the anguish in his voice, the regret, it makes me want to scream and run away, to climb up the tree that I slept on when Rue showed me the Tracker Jacker nest. When Prim held me tight, and told me everything was alright. When Finnick would cheer me up, or knot ropes with me. When my father took me to the lake. All those things, those people, all gone because of me. The doorbell rings again, and Peeta jumps out of bed. I realize that I have been sitting there for at least 2 minutes. Peeta slips over, grabs my hand and kisses my forehead.

"I'll get it," he stands up and glides down the stairs. I'm warmed by the smell of rising yeast that comes from his skin.

"Uh… Katniss, can you come down here?" Peeta sounded confused and shocked.

"Coming," I shouted.

I rushed down the stairs, and as I turned the corner, my face flushed.


"Uh. Hey Catnip," he blushed. Two eyes appeared behind him, Johanna. Oh, goodie! I think to myself. Peeta offers them a seat at the table, and they gladly take the offer.

"So, what brings you two here?" Peeta asks.

"Well, uh, I have some news," Gale begins, "About your mom." Johanna hugs Gale tightly. I expect to be jealous, but I only feel anxious.

"What?" I seem to yell, because Peeta jumps backwards.

"She's uh, she's-" Johanna cuts him off.

"She's sick." My mouth drops, and Peeta rushed to my side. He kissed me, and held me tight. Even his strong arms couldn't protect me. I started to feel light-headed, and the last thing I felt was Peeta squeezing my hand before I blacked out.