#bxywiththebread

There were nights light this, once every blue moon. Killian was away and she was left alone, with her thoughts and her nightmares. Most of the time she was able to swallow them hole, let them fill her in the most uncomfortable way but still remain unaffected. And other times they swallowed her, filling her every being with panic and it was just she was back there and she was fighting for her life and she couldn’t breathe. As much as she hated to admit it, Peeta was the better of the two of them. The games didn’t make him cold, unfeeling. They didn’t wear him to the bone like they did with her. And although she’d fought like hell for the both of them during his games, she certainly didn’t fight as hard for him as her. So it was a shock to her when he offered her comfort in her moment of irrationality.He told her the facts. She was on the train, the hunger games were over, she’d won, she was a victor. No one was (immediately) trying to kill her, and for all intents and purposes she was safe. Slowly screams turned to cries, and cries to shallow breathing, her head in his lap, running his fingers through her hair. It was times like this that she felt like an animal. One that would snap at any second and needed to be tamed back down. It sickened her, but it was just part of the package. She’d given up fighting it a long time ago. "If you tell anyone about this," she began, voice slightly hoarse, "I’ll deny it and knock you into next Tuesday."

Emma stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to look at Peeta, eyes all fire and brimstone as she digested his words. “You want to repeat that again, bread boy?” she asked, jaw clenched.

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                         "You don’t get it." Her voice is hoarse           from crying. “I’m already dead.”