Peeta
When I open my eyes hers are there, hovering over me. Their colour seems to have intensified, now more of a dewy silver than a grey. It suits her better, i guess. I lift my hand to touch her cheek. The right hand, the one without my medical wristband that reads 'mentally disoriented'. For some reason, I don't want her to see that, don't want her to see how weak I have become without her.
My fingertips are millimetres from her face when she disappears, dissipates into smoke. The coldness floods through me and i let the tears wet my pillow.
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| The Jabberbird | THG |
FanfictionCoin got what she wanted, Peeta was lifted from the Arena, safe in the arms of the rebels desperately trying to use him for their cause. But Katniss was taken, lowered into the capitol's dungeons, with no idea of the war that has started around her...
