I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Don't Be Strong.

I cross off another day till our wedding on the calendar. Four more days. As I'm not doing anything that morning, I hear a knock on the door. I open it to find a man in a navy blue suit. "Good morning ma'am, any mail?"

I sigh. "Yes, hold on one second." I gather the papers off the table and counter, I place the restraining order files at the bottom. "Thank you very much." I smile.

"Your welcome, have a nice day. Happy Easter." I nod even though I'm confused.

What is Easter?

I shut the door and make my way up the stairs. I smile when I find him still asleep, he looks to peaceful. I remember I used to watch him sleep during the war, it was one of the only things that used to relax me. I remember him sleeping in Tigriss's basement, I remember the night we slept together for the first time after before engaged. That was the night of the attack on district thirteen by the Capitol.

I snuggle into bed with him and even in his groggily, half awake half asleep state he pulls me close. I snuggle into his side breathing in his scent: cinnamon and pine. He takes my hand in his large callused hand as I study the pair. My small fragile hand, capable of killing anyone or anything. His large hand, only capable of creating beautiful things, Rye being an example of that. The two fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.

He leans down and kisses my cheek before he falls back to sleep. I smile happily before burrowing into his side and falling asleep quickly. 

I have nightmares this time.

***

I'm in a forest, but not a district twelve forest. An arena forest. Swear dribbles down my face as I run full force, where to I'm not sure. Then it hits. Where's Peeta?

'Peeta!' I regret screaming for him instantly as I am pulled to the ground and a knife is driven into my forearm. My attacker hisses before rushing off and into the dark of the jungle forest.

I stand clasping a hand over my arm as I continue to run. The lighting starts to crackle and shout as I sprint to the tree. I find him laying in a heap on the ground.

' Beetee.' I breath rolling him over. 'Beetee Beetee Beetee.' I continue to whisper trying to wake him. It's no use, I turn and let out a small shriek when I see Brutus running full force at me.

He slams me onto the ground knocking the wind from me. 'PEETA.' I scream his name pleading he'll come save me. 'PEETA.' I yell again, but this time it's a sob.

'Lover boy can't help you this time' he smirks.

'KATNISS' I hear him scream.

'PEETA'  He comes crashing through the brush towards us.

'Stop!' Brutus barks. 'Don't come any closer or she'll get it."

His chest rises and falls fast as Brutus rips me to my feet and presses a knife to my throat. He pulls two more from his pockets grinning, he throws one to Peeta's feet. 'It's you or her and the kid. Make your choice.'

I want to scream there's no baby, but it wouldn't make a difference.

'Please.' I plead. I look to Peeta, who calmly lifts the knife. 'Peeta.' I sob.

'It's okay Katniss.' He takes a step towards me. 'Can I kiss her before I go?' He asks.

He pushes me towards him keeping my arms down. Peeta kisses me hard. 'I love you' He breaths into my lips.

'Please don't do this.' I whisper.

'I love you' He repeats.

''I love you too.' I sob.