You're wrong. [ I leave it there. The argument is clearly finished, and neither of us seems to want to dampen the day. But in the back of my mind, a memory nags - She has no idea, the effect she can have.
But he doesn't know, either. He has no idea what his words do. Or maybe he knows exactly what they do, and he doesn't think it's enough. But I think it's enough. He could move the country to rise up. Even the richer districts. But I push those thoughts aside. We don't have to worry about that anymore. Not unless one of us leaves, and I can't bear the thought of it. I just won't. I won't think about it.
I am on a date with Peeta Mellark.
A real date. It isn't conventional and it isn't the sort of date that I ever would have picked for myself. But it fits, somehow. It feels almost perfect. I know better than to actually call it that. The second I do, something will go wrong. But it's close. As close as either of us will get.
Somehow the confirmation makes words harder to form. ]
Peeta - [ What do I want to say? That I'm happy? I am, I think. It's kind of hard to decipher that happiness. It's not like the moment when I woke up on the beach during the Quell, where it stirred from inside of me. It's warmer than that. More direct. And it's more intense. Do I love him?
Sometimes I think so. But I don't even know where to start, because I've never had time for that sort of thing. I couldn't afford to think like that, and even if I did love someone, I still wouldn't ever want to have children. But maybe here...
I'm not good at saying something.
So I stop walking and abruptly loose my hand from his, turning to block his walking path. I look up at those bright blue eyes, the eyes that were my salvation, and I put my hands on his face. I lean forward a little too awkwardly and press my lips against his forcefully. I hope he'll forgive me because of my inexperience. ]
no subject
But he doesn't know, either. He has no idea what his words do. Or maybe he knows exactly what they do, and he doesn't think it's enough. But I think it's enough. He could move the country to rise up. Even the richer districts. But I push those thoughts aside. We don't have to worry about that anymore. Not unless one of us leaves, and I can't bear the thought of it. I just won't. I won't think about it.
I am on a date with Peeta Mellark.
A real date. It isn't conventional and it isn't the sort of date that I ever would have picked for myself. But it fits, somehow. It feels almost perfect. I know better than to actually call it that. The second I do, something will go wrong. But it's close. As close as either of us will get.
Somehow the confirmation makes words harder to form. ]
Peeta - [ What do I want to say? That I'm happy? I am, I think. It's kind of hard to decipher that happiness. It's not like the moment when I woke up on the beach during the Quell, where it stirred from inside of me. It's warmer than that. More direct. And it's more intense. Do I love him?
Sometimes I think so. But I don't even know where to start, because I've never had time for that sort of thing. I couldn't afford to think like that, and even if I did love someone, I still wouldn't ever want to have children. But maybe here...
I'm not good at saying something.
So I stop walking and abruptly loose my hand from his, turning to block his walking path. I look up at those bright blue eyes, the eyes that were my salvation, and I put my hands on his face. I lean forward a little too awkwardly and press my lips against his forcefully. I hope he'll forgive me because of my inexperience. ]