The truth.

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Peeta's PoV:
It takes me a second to process what's happening. She's kissing me. I'm shocked. But I don't hesitate to not kiss her back. It's beautiful. Her lips touch mine and I somehow know exactly what to do with mine. They move together like two dancers sashaying through a melody. Her lips are delicate and warm. Mine are crusty and chapped but I don't seem to care because right now, in this moment, I feel as if I'm floating in space and everything around me has turned to dust. Her kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all.

Katniss' PoV:
The kiss is everything I want it to be. It's slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. It unites us. When we kiss, fire is back in my bones. My soul has returned to the water. It's live every part of me that came from a dead star is alive again. It's magic. Peeta pulls away first, leaving his forehead resting on mine. "I love you, endlessly." He says. I love you too. But the words can't seem to form in my throat and appear at my mouth.

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We rest on my bed, his fingers intertwined with my hair. The room is warm and cosy. It's times like these you learn to live again. I can't imagine a world without Peeta. It took letting go to realise that I was holding onto nothing. At one point I thought I was being un-faithful to Prim by forgetting her throughout the day, but I came to conclude it was stupid because she'd say I'd not be allowed to be sad for her. So, I let myself be occupied with something, someone else who took my life over, because he is my life: Peeta. If I loved him less, I might be able to talk about it more. I had simply never found someone so right. Sometimes this shocked me so much that I was unable to speak. I feel my eyes start to become heavy, but before I drift off to sleep in his strong and gorgeous arms, I hear him ask me one thing. "You love me, real or not real?" To which, I reply,

"Real."

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