Simply Everlark (After Mockingjay)

Chapter 12

It startles me, really. The affect that someone can have on you that causes all different kinds if change to occur. Your whole outlook on the desirable person is altered, making them seem even more better than you could have ever imagined. And then the need for their compony at all times grows stronger, and stronger until eventually, your feelings spill out faster than you can process.

And that's exactly what happened to me.

I could tell that my feelings were growing with Peeta the closer that I got to him. In the first games I could feel it, but quickly denied any emotion due to the fact that it couldn't be. But in the second games when I thought I had lost my partner, I realized that I had taken his compony and generous affection for granted. This was the person that I was meant to be with and I couldn't risk loosing him for a second time. But the Capitol had interfered with our future and everything was washed away. It took a while, so long that I was thinking about giving up on us with his change. But I couldn't, not yet.

He was so lost. A poor boy who was experiencing a living nightmare in the Capitol while in reality, the whole thing was my fault. I was determined to get him back because I knew that the Capitol hadn't taken all of his memory.They couldn't have.

And now I am laying here, on the bed's silk sheets inside of this room on the speeding train. Peeta had carried me all the way to the train, refusing to let anybody or anything take away the privilege. I know this because I hadn't been sleeping at all when he was holding me in his arms. I couldn't possibly after confessing my feelings for him.

I faked my sleeping state though I was very tired at the time. After telling him, realization hit and I snapped my eyes shut, drooping my head on his chest looking as if I may be asleep. He stood there for awhile with me in his arms and I had the sudden urge to jump out of his arms and cry. But I didn't. I stayed the whole time in the agonizing silence still in the changing room. His body had stiffened underneath my touch and stayed like that until he finally took me out of the suffocating room and out into the hospital halls.

I shift my head to the side slightly catching a glimpse of Peeta sleeping beside me. His arm is draped across my chest, slightly pulling me into his body as I can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. He was hesitant at first taking a nap in the same bed with me. But after a while of a self conflict, he sighed and positioned himself rather distantly from my 'sleeping' body.

It wasn't until a few moments ago that he had made the move of buckling his arm around my waist unconsciously. I was startled at first, shooting my eyes open only to be met with his snoring and fragile face. But the gesture didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I simply closed my eyes and refused to move an inch.

Its a rather long ride back to district twelve from the Capitol. The trip that I had taken so many times before, only bringing back horrid memories.

I take this time to gently pry Peeta's arm off of my waist. It is a difficult task trying not to wake up the person sleeping next to you, but with time and patience, I eventually get his arm off and rest it peacefully by his side.

The sudden rush throbbing in the back of my skull informs me that I should have sat up slower. Maybe I shouldn't be walking around with the condition I seem to be in. But the thought slowly passes after realizing that taking a trip around the train is better than just laying here.

With slow steps, I make my way to the revolving door, clinging into the process for extra support. The door suddenly slides open and I take one last look at Peeta.

He looks so peaceful. Hair cascading over his forehead and touching the tips of his eyebrows. I smile as his mouth remains partially open, letting out soft snores periodically.