I do, I need you. #wattys2016

The Meadow.

"Katniss, you can't just expect Gale to leave his entire life and family to go fight some in stupid war with you!"

I cover my ears and shake my head frantically just wanting this fight to be over. I look at him in the eyes. "He told me he'd go, for the money, they can't pay their bills and I thought I'd help him." I say defensively.

"And what if he doesn't make it back to give them the money?" He asks. I stare back at him not knowing what to say to answer his question. "And god forbid what if something happens to you? Did you ever think about what would happen to me if you died? Do you ever think about anyone besides yourself?" He asks tugging on his hair his veins in his upper arms popping out.

"I'm thinking about everyone else! I'm going away to fight for everyone else's freedom." I say loudly standing up.

"Katniss! Those people don't need you! They are trying to use you! I've seen it myself, the day Andler killed fisher.!"

"Peeta stop yelling." I plead.

"No! This is insane, nothing you say is real anymore!" He shouts back at me.

I feel the tears starting to fall faster, as my hands cover my face. I start to sob. "I never wanted to fight with you. I just want to help these people." I sob.

"All your going to do, is get yourself killed." I stare back at him in shock.

"How could you say that?" I ask.

"Katniss, it's true."

I stand try to walk around him to the bathroom but he stops me. "Peeta just please stop, I need to go." I sob as he holds me just barely in his arms.

"No, we're going to talk." He says sitting me down on the edge of the bed.

He keels down bed to means looks at me for a long time. "Well, talk." I snap angrily.

"Katniss, I'm trying to be honest. I don't want to fight with you. I just can't bare to loose you." He looks up at me, his blue eyes visibly breaking into parts.

"Come here." I barely whisper, I place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him towards me. His face, nestled in my stomach creating a pool of tears on me. But I don't care, his body shakes as his fists ball my t-shirt in his hands. He shakes hard as he cries making strangled noises in his throat.

Gently, I pull him into the bed with me, cradling his frail figure in my arms. He continues to sob, and I'm thankful that for the entire duration of his cries Rye stays silent. Eventually, Peeta's sobs turn to cries, an cries to whimpers, and whimpers to sniffles. Then finally he's just breathing heavily. "Peeta.." I whisper. "I still need to go... You know that?" I ask.

"C-Can't you make some sort of deal? You won't fight, just do propaganda things.?" He asks quietly.   "It would be so much easier, and safer."  He suggests softly.

"Do you really think they would do that?" I ask him.

He shrugs. "I don't know, but I think it's worth a shot. Andler has to understand after everything we've been through."

"I can ask." I lie.

I let a single tear fall. I won't ask. I can't ask that of Andler, he's already agreed to giving me to much in return for being his mockingjay. I can't ask him to let me off the hook that easily. "I'll ask Peeta, but I don't think he'll let that happen."

"It's worth a try." He says.

"Yeah, I guess it is." I agree.

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