Chapter 4: Blue Eyes

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"Peeta." My body shoots up.

I look to see my hands are shaking and I'm sweating. "You okay?" Finnick asks rubbing my back.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just gonna go get some water." I kiss his cheek.

"Okay." He mumbles.

I walk downstairs and get a glass of water. "Peeta." I whisper.

Why did you have to leave? We were perfect together. Yes I love Finnick. But there is always gonna be a spot in my heart for him.

Tears stream down my face. "Not now." I mumble. More tears fall.

"Katniss?" I hear Finnick's voice. I look up to see he's coming down the stairs.

"Oh, Katniss. What's wrong?" More tears fall.

I run over to Finnick and hug him. "Shh." He whispers.

"Now, what's wrong?" He holds me closer.

"I-it was just a n-nightmare." I lie.

"Let's go back to bed, love." He kisses my cheek and picks me up.

All I remember is him setting me on his bed, then sleep pulls me under once again.

*

"Katniss?" I hear a knock on the door.

"Yes?" My voice cracks a little.

The door opens and Finnick walks in with hot chocolate. "This will make you feel better, love." He kisses my forehead.

I take a sip and smile. "It's amazing." I kiss him lightly.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"5:30" Finnick's hand goes to my cheek.

"Your going to work, arn't you?" Finnick frowns.

"I have to." I mumble.

He sighs. "Okay. But if you feel sick at all call me right away. Okay, love?"

I smile. "Love?" Finnick smirks.

"Yes because your my love." He kisses my cheek.

*

"Woah, what happened to you?" Johanna asks.

"Nightmare." I mumble.

Johanna knows about my nightmares. She also knows most of them involve Peeta.

Haymitch walks in moments later. "What happened sweetheart?"

"It's nothing." I mumble.

Haymitch comes up to me. "If you need anything just ask." He smiles and walks off.

I smile. "Since when is he so nice?" Johanna asks.

I laugh. "I don't know."

*

"Katniss, get the last customer!" Johanna yells from the back.

"If I have too!" I yell back, laughing.

I walk to the front.

"Hi welcome to Abernathy Bar how-"

"Katniss?"

No. I've heard that voice before. It can't be.

I look up to see his bright blue eyes and blonde wavy hair. It can't be.

"Peeta." I whisper.

That is the third time I've said his name today. Now he's standing in front of me.

All that runs through my head is one word.

Always.

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