I almost thought it was real.
Here in the calm after the storm (x)
“What about her? She’s hot.”
Katniss shook her head in response to the blonde in a tank top and mini-skirt that Rye was pointing out. “Ew, gross, no, she’s wearing too much makeup and her laugh is really annoying.”
She was posted in a corner table at the most…
“I don’t want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.” Peeta says. “I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no selfpity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on…. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I do," I say. "I need you.”
I don’t think winning is gonna help me at all.
Because she came here w i t h m e.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
I turn into him.
"Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt."
And congratulations to the really phenomenal writers who participated in the challenge, even if I do mix-up what everyone writes (here’s looking at you dispatchesfromdistrict7). It’s great company to be in! The banners are also really cool. Happy Sunday!