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Chapter 8

I cried while writing this because of the feels 😂

Katniss P.O.V.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asks me as he pulls the covers back on the bed.

"Yeah," I tell Peeta as he sits down beside of me on the bed. "I just thought I'd sit here until I got sleepy enough to actually sleep."

Peeta leans over and softly kisses my lips.

"Goodnight, Kat. I love you."

I smile at him. "Goodnight. I love you too, Peeta."

He kisses me one last time before laying down. Peeta reaches over and turns the lamp on his side of the bed off, but I keep mine on.

Everything's quiet for a few minutes until Peeta takes a deep breath and turns over on his side to face me.

"What are you thinking about, Katniss?"

I swallow hard. "I'm thinking that we should tell Willow."

"Okay," Peeta says as he nods his head. "We can tell her."

"She needs to know in case something happens," I tell him. "And I… I want to tell her by myself."

Peeta gives me a look. "Are you sure, Katniss?"

"I'm sure," I say as I nod my head. "I think it would be better if she hears it from me."

Peeta takes a deep breath. "Try getting some sleep," he tells me. "You can talk to her in the morning."

I nod my head, but I don't lay down.

"What else is bothering you, honey?"

I give Peeta a look. "Who said anything was bothering me?"

"I know you too well, Katniss," Peeta says as he props himself up on his elbows. "There's something else."

I sigh and look over at Peeta.

"Willow's never lost anybody before," I say.

Peeta swallows hard. "She's been blessed to not know loss like we have."

"We've gone at least seven years without losing anybody," I say. "Can you believe that? We've gone almost ten years without having to deal with that pain all over again. We've come close a few times, but we've been lucky for almost ten years."

"I know," Peeta says quietly.

"The last person we lost was our fist daughter," I say.

"So we have gone ten years without losing someone," Peeta says. "She'd be eleven by now."

"That doesn't help anything," I tell him.

"I know," Peeta says.

We're both silent for a moment before I decide to speak up.

"I know we don't talk about it much, but I think about her every day," I say quietly as I stare straight ahead. "I always wonder how different our life would be if she had lived."

"I do too," Peeta says as I feel him shift beside of me on the bed.

"I don't know if this is the right thing for me to say, but I feel like her death- the grief from it- is the heaviest to bear."

"I feel like that too," Peeta says as he reaches over and takes my hand in his. I look over at him, and I can clearly see the tears sparkling in his bright, blue eyes.

"I've never told you this," Peeta says in a chocked up voice, "but there's still nights where I cry myself to sleep thinking about it."

I swallow hard. "I do too," I admit.