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Chapter 3

I woke up on the right side of the bed. On the left was Peeta. He's always loved the left side, and I've always loved the right. I had a towelette on my head with hot water on top of it. It felt really nice since I had a headache. Peeta greeted me a good morning with a kiss. The way his lips feel towards mine feel like comets, like fireworks are going off when we kiss. He's the only one that makes me feel better.

Peeta walked me into the living room. Haymitch and Gale were waiting there for me to tell me another thing. Is it another one of Snow's plots? Did Haymitch buy another bottle of alcohol? Or did Gale have to be sent back to 2? Gale stood up and turned to Peeta. "I want you to calm her down. She's not going to be happy about this." Peeta urges me to sit on the couch, so I sit down on his lap to make it a little more romantic like in the novels.

"Katniss," says Gale. "He wants you to go to the Capitol immediately. We just got a phone call. If you do not go, they have a right to take Peeta again." I started bawling, and I ran into Prim's room, staring at her belongings, wishing everything was back to normal, before the reaping of the 74th Hunger Games, before I met Peeta at five years old, before any romance happened, I hate it but at the same time, I love it, and I love Peeta. I can't go back to the past and leave him here in the present. I love him too much. I will stay with him. Always. I walk back into the living room, with Peeta shedding a tear.

"This can't be real," Peeta says. "Not Real. NOT Real. NOT REAL!!" "PEETA," I yell, "Calm down!" This is real. Do you remember? You love me. Real or Not Real?" "Real." He says. I give him a very long kiss until Haymitch and Gale tell us to stop with the PDA. "Why do they want me? I'm the MockingJay I defeated them two years ago. Where's Plutarch? Where's Annie and Johanna? If I go, I need them on my side!" Haymitch tells the story, "Johanna went back to her home in District Seven. Annie had Finnick's child and moved back to four, never wanted to be seen again. As for Plutarch, we have no idea." Now I am starting to act like Peeta. I can't stop saying, "Not Real. Not Real. Not Real." In my head.

"Then I'm going alone," I say, "If I got that close to kill Snow the previous time, I can get even closer to kill him head on. I don't need backup. I am the MockingJay. We fight. We dare. We end this hunger for justice!" Peeta tells me two seconds later that he will never let me go. But if we don't go, then we will both be killed. One of us has to go...one has to have their victor, and I can't let Peeta go. They will just manipulate him to trap me again. They will beat him to death. I can't let that happen. Those were the worst moments of my life, seeing him almost killed in front of my own two, grey eyes. If we both refuse to go, we will both go together.

"Peeta. Will you stay with me?" I ask. "Always." He replies. We told Gale and Haymitch we will be leaving tomorrow, but we just want to be alone. We walk up to the bedroom, and Peeta and I crawl into bed, cuddling, kissing, hugging the usual. I can't imagine life without him. He's my Number 1. If he dies, there is no more of me. He can't leave me, and I can't leave him. Before I fell asleep, I turned to him and said, "This can't be real." He replied, "Real things come Real Love." He kisses my forehead, and we both dream about our final days...once again, they are not real. I don't know whether if things are real or not. This world is too confusing nowadays.