Chapter 3

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•Katniss' POV

We pack our bags, making light conversation. In reality, I know that we are both terrified of going back there.

"You all ready?" Peeta asks.

"Yeah, I think so." I say tiredly.

We head outside and enter the car. Peeta drives as I sit in the passenger seat, terrified of what will happen when we get there. We get to the justice building and wait for the train.

"Peeta," I swallow hard, "I am terrified."

Peeta looks relieved. "I am too." He says. "Come here."

I immediately walk into his arms. The touch of Peeta gives me so much happiness. It pulses through my body until it reaches the tips of my being. We let go when the train pulls up in front of us. I hold Peeta's hand so tightly I am probably hurting him, but he doesn't say anything. We step onto the strain and spot a figure with a green curly wig on top of her head. Ridiculous clothes and impossibly high heels.
"It can't be..." I whisper.
"Effie?" Peeta gasps.
"Oh, Peeta! Katniss!" Effie bursts into a flood of tears. She literally jumps on us, hugging and kissing us.
"It is such a relief!" She gasps. "Peeta? Are you alright? I heard you were.. Sick."
Hijacked. She was going to say hijacked but she restrained herself. The pain those words bring me is unbearable but I keep it together.
"Yeah," Peeta says rubbing the back of his neck, "Sick."

"Oh, and Katniss. How much have you been through.. You look so different! All the work the Capitol did on you, vanished into thin air. I'll say."

Trust Effie to come up with something like that.

"Nice seeing you Effie," Peeta says quickly, trying to reduce the time we have to spend with her.

We find our cabin and dump our bags in the corner. We both lie on the bed and entwine our hands.
"It's just you and me you know, Katniss." Peeta says, soothingly.

"Yeah, I know." I smile.

His lips crash against mine and the night becomes a mixture of passion and love. The feeling of him makes my heart so heavy with love for him, it feels like it's going to explode with happiness.

We sleep in, until I am violently sick the next morning.

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