Fighting for you: Always

The Dark of the Night

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Peeta POV

I love the sound of Katniss' laugh and I love how it was me who made her laugh. I get out of my ridiculous pose and wander to the bathroom to get more tissue. My cut seems to have stopped bleeding as constantly as it was a few minutes ago but it still spurts some blood.

When I get back, Katniss has cleared the broken plates away and was piling the dirty dishes by the sink. The light from the candles on the table were twinkling in her beautiful grey eyes, making them shine. She turns around and grins, somewhat confused, it's then that I realise I'm still staring at her so I look away.

I need to stop doing that! I realised that I do it all the time, glance at her then get lost into some kind of daydream and stare at her for about ten minutes. I wouldn't mind if she did this to me (I'd actually love that to happen because that would mean she'd love me) but I don't want to freak her out.

'Um, I should go now, it's getting dark,' Katniss spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

'Oh, right,' I reply, not saying what I wanted to: telling her to stay.

'Thanks for cooking for me and, well, making me laugh...' She replies, shyly looking at her feet.

'Im here anytime!' I laugh back.

'Well, bye!' And with that she flees me house and I see the light click on in her house next door. I wished she had stayed, so I could hold her in my arms and kiss her... Every time I see her I want to kiss her but I can't- I just can't.

And it's killing me.

Annie POV

I wake up in the middle of the night, paralysed with nightmares about torture, arenas and Finnick.... Oh Finnick appears every night, every time dying in a more horrific way than the last. No-one will tell me how he actually died, they think it will bring me worry and depression. Part of me agrees but part of me wants to know; at least them I won't keep imagining how it happened.

I hear a scream pierce the cold night air, it comes from Katniss' house. I get out of bed and walk towards the window; in the next moment, I see Peeta rush from his house and into Katniss'.

That's so sweet! How he's going to comfort her! If only someone should rush to comfort me....

Finnick used to do that for me, I would scream and scream until he was there to calm me down. But no matter how much I scream now, he won't come, he can't. And I'm going to have to learn to except that. The problem is, I don't think I ever will.

I fling myself back in my bed to try and get to sleep again even though I know it's no use because I don't think anyone can sleep straight after a nightmare.

Ow!

The baby just kicked again.

I still don't know how I feel about having a baby, having to bring it up by myself. And I know Peeta and Katniss said they'll help but when it starts screaming at three in the morning..... Actually, maybe the baby could calm me down! It won't really disturb my sleeping patterns since I'm awake every night anyway; it might comfort me, holding them in my arms.

Like Peeta said before, it will be like having a little piece of Finnick with me.