I haven't talked to Peeta in what seems like forever... But in reality I haven't talked to him in 3 days. Is he mad at me? I screamed at Annie the other day, telling her how she ruined my life, and probably my relationship. I think I ruined my friendship with her.
I decided to go talk to him again today.. At least try to talk to him. I mean, that's the right thing to do if I still love him, right?
As I walk to Peeta's house, all I'm thinking about is if he'll yell at me or not. I hope he doesn't. I hope he doesn't mutt out. I hope he doesn't try to kill me. Or himself.
"Always, always, always, always," I keep whispering to myself. It's the only thing that keeps me calm.
As I reach Peeta's door, I regret going there and start thinking about running away, but I ignore it and knock anyway.
No one answers the door, and I assume he's not home, until I hear someone crying. Hoping the door's unlocked, I reach for the door knob and turn it. Once I know it's unlocked, I push the door open and run in.
I see Peeta sitting on the ground, crying , with a knife in his hand. "Peeta, no!" I sit next to him and jerk the knife out of his hand.
"Why- why'd you do that?" He asks, his hands shaking.
"Because.. I still love you. That crap I said was because of Annie. She told me not to hang out with you."
"You- you do?"
I see his eyes lighten up, and the tears dry up, he stops shaking a little, and Grabs my hands.
"I do," I smile and nod. He leans in and kisses me. I have missed his lips against mine. Once he pulls away, I wrap my arms around him to give him a hug, and he immediately hugs back.
I did it. I got him back.
