Peeta was clutching a chair, waiting for a terrible flashback to end. He was screaming, "Katniss, don't leave me! I can't live without you!"
I run over to him and put my arms around him. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you." I rock him back and forth, whispering these words to him.
After five minutes, he is still clutching the chair, but the screams aren't as loud anymore, so I start to sing The Hanging Tree.
He looked at me, his eyes now going back to that calm blue that always reminded me of the ocean. Which makes me think of Finnick. A tear streams down my face as I think of Finnick, and the play of his life I saw before he was taken by mutts. I start to cry, crumpling to the floor in my sorrows.
Peeta's the one who's comforting me now, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. "It's alright. I'm here for you."
I look up at him again, but his face is muffled by the tears in my eyes. "Always?"
He smiles, pulling me into his arms. "Always."
We stay there for what seems like hours, rocking back and forth in each others' arms, waiting for the memories to leave.
When I head to bed that night, Peeta is already there. "There's my beautiful Katniss." He puts out his arms under the blankets. The perfect way to fall asleep.
I snuggle into his arms, feeling protected by his warmth. He takes my hand and rubs his thumb along it, mapping out every part of it. Remembering it.
I lean up and peck his rosy cheek, which turns out to be very warm and soft. I can sense a smile form across his face in the darkness. He kisses the hand he was holding, never letting go.
The, I drift off into a sleep.
It feels like 10 minutes before I wake up, screaming, from a nightmare. But, he is there. His lips are there to comfort me and I am thankful for that.
"What was your nightmare about?" He says in that soft, sweet voice I've always loved.
"T-the Capitol was torturing you, making you talk on TV. S-starving you. It was like a living hell, Peeta. I kept screaming your name at the screen, but you just kept getting beat." I rock back and forth.
"Hey, I'm alright. That was the past. There is no Capitol. I'm perfectly fine. Thanks to you." He kisses me, one for reassurance and one for the pleasure of it.
"Wanna sing, Katniss? I know that always makes you feel better."
I nod and clear my throat.
Deep in the meadow
Under the willow
A bed of grass
A soft green pillow
Lay down your head
And close your eyes
And when you wake...
That's when I fall asleep once again. This time, with no nightmares for me or Peeta.