"Wait, wait Peeta!"
"Y/N, I-"
The door closed off, and he was escorted to the train awaiting them.
He had wanted to tell me something. But we had run out of time, and he was shipped off to the capitol. For a second, I had thought that he wanted to confess his feelings for me, and that he would win for me.
But that couldn't have been it. Not when I see him in the arena, in a cave with her, claiming all of these memories about her. It hurt. Especially since I knew he wasn't lying. I knew all of his tells. And I vaguely remember most of them happening as well. While I was watching on the sidelines.
His mother came up to me, while we were working in the bakery.
"He'll win, right?"
I looked at her, watching her face contort, because she no longer had her son with her.
She never answered me, just looked forward and kept working. She didn't think he would come home.
And through all the heartbreak and close calls that they encountered, I could only think of one thing. Even though he didn't love me, I knew it would kill his parents if he died. And me, even more so than I was dying already. So I prayed. To whatever or whoever was listening, to protect him, and get him home safely.
