"I want... I want..."

I stammered. What did I want? My brain seemed to have no clue.

"Katniss..." He breathed my name as his hand came up to caress my cheek. The pain in his eyes made my stomach lurch. Why do I constantly do this to him? Despite my best efforts, I only ever wreck havoc on his emotions. He deserves so much more than me. There's no way I could ever be good enough for him.

His hand softly slides down my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, until it comes to rest on my heart.

His eyes meet mine again, and behind the pain I see the smallest glimmer of what can only be hope.

"What's here, Katniss? What's in your heart?"

How am I supposed to reply? I have no idea what the answer to his question is, much less how to figure it out. The only thing I know for sure, is how I could never in a million years deserve his love. But how can I tell him that? How can I make him realize that he could do so much better? That it didn't matter how I feel, because it would never be enough?

That I wasn't worth it?

I can't meet his eyes as I say the words. "I'm broken, Peeta. Not even you can fix me."

That's it. I've done it. His lack of response tells me he knows it's true. That he knows I'm irreparable. That he's wasted enough time on me.

I swallow the lump in my throat and clench my teeth. I will not cry. I refuse to let my turmoil effect him any more. I will not be his burden to bear.

His hand slowly rises from my heart to my face, holding my jaw in his palm. His thumb lightly rubs over my cheekbone, wiping away unshed tears. In a moment of selfishness, I lean into his hand, relishing the feel of his calloused fingertips for what will no doubt be the last time.

Only instead of pulling away like I expect him to, he gently lifts my head until I meet his gaze. I close my eyes to avoid his.

"Katniss."

I don't want to see the hurt I know will be there. I don't want to see the pain I've caused him yet again.

"Katniss."

But mostly I don't make eye contact because I know that if I do, he just might be able to change my mind, and it would be better for him if he was just to forget about me.

"Katniss, look at me. Please. "

I tentatively open my eyes.

"Don't you know that I'm broken too?"

He means forward and very lightly presses his lips to my forehead.

"Don't you know that I love you?"

Another light kiss, this time to the tip of my nose. My heart flutters a little.

"You think I can't fix you. But won't you let me try?"

He presses his lips to mine, begging me to give him a chance.


AN: I own nothing. Wish I was the genius who came up with THG, but alas, I am not. Just a crazy fan who likes to play with the characters sometimes. :)

Also, this is my very first piece of anything I've written, so please be kind. I know I'm quite the amateur, but this was just a conversation I couldn't get out of my head until I got it written down. Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are welcome. :P