here is the place where i love you

"You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him "Real"

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catnus: “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.

catnus:

“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.

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mellarkia:

Peeta’s epilogue.

There are things we can never be free of; scars that are burnt onto us too deeply to fade away with time. There’s those nights in the Games, the creeping approach of the unknown, and that terrible fear that the Capitol drugged me with. I can never really be fixed, or truly free, because a pawn taken off the chess board is still a pawn, and we’ll be their broken playthings forever. But our children are beautiful, so beautiful, like Katniss. And they bring a warm hope to my heart, like the smile she gives me in the mornings, and the last kiss before bedtime. It will be good again. 

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