After the Rebellion

Part 3

ALL INFO BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS

I love Effie. She is always in a good mood and she is one person that actually cared that the kids were being murdered during the games.

She must have had a difficult life. Between the Quarter Quells, she had to escort the poor tributes. She had to watch her team die every year. Losing Prim was the worst thing that ever happened to me and I still miss her. Effie had to lose two Prim's, every year. I need to tell Effie thank you.

The next thing I know, I hear a short knock on the door.

"Come in!" I project my voice, it sounds weak.

Peeta walks in a few feet and stops. He looks at me and gives me the cutest smile. I can't help but smile back.

"I have missed you. It hasn't been that long, but... sorry. I just really love you."

His awkward speech makes me a little embarrassed.

I motion for him to come to me. He walks towards me, confused. He scratches his head. I can tell that he wished that he had said his words a different way. When he gets close enough, I whisper in his ear, " I love you,too." Then he kissed me. I was a bit shocked, but I kissed him back.

When I pulled back, he had his eyes closed. He then opened them slowly and said, " Your eyes are super pretty."

"Okay, lover boy, thank you. Now come under these covers because this girl does not feel on fire."

He laid next to me and I reached for his hand. When our hands touched, our fingers folded over. His hands are strong, I like that.

"You saw the announcement?" I felt like I needed to talk because Peeta was putting a lot of effort into our relationship. He responded, "Yes, I hate the Hunger Games. It makes me sick just thinking about it and even sicker when I talk about it. This is for Prim and Rue and for my family and for our home. You know how I told that I wanted to be more that just a piece in their games?" I nodded. He continued, "Well, we will never be more than a piece. Even if we try to escape it, we can't. It stays with us forever, in our memories, and the memories of others. And who knows? Maybe if the world can restart, we can, too. Just not now, or anytime soon. I know we can't forget, but maybe, just maybe, through each other, we can survive it. I love you and I want to be with you forever. Your flames will never go out, Girl On Fire."

I love Peeta so much. He chooses his words so wisely. I respond, "Your heart is the biggest I have ever seen, Boy with the Bread. I love you and we can make it through this together. You and me, You and me."