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“Katniss?” He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance.
“It was all for the Games,” Peeta says. “How you acted.”
“Not all of it,” I say, tightly holding onto my flowers.
“Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says.
“I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming.
“Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.”
We could happen.
Its simple. It doesn’t have to be now, but I’m sure that if you gave us a chance, we could happen. I want this. You might not want it as much as I do, and this may not be the best decision that we’re making, but I know what I want. I want there to be an us. I want us to happen.
That moment where you have no idea how to reply to a text message.
They’re probably sitting there like:
And you’re over somewhere like:
ME TOTALLY =_=
About me
Me just being really random :)
