The ring I ordered from Haymitch has arrived. I put it in my pocket and sit next to Peeta. I suggest we go watch the sunset in the meadow. I tell him want him to also see the meadow. It's a very special, beautiful place. Maybe he could paint it. Peeta as always never objects. We lay there. The smell of grass in my nose, Peeta holding me gently and stroking my hair which is open today, not braided. As he is stroking my hair he says '' I wish I could freeze this moment --

'' And live it forever'' I finish for him. '' Yeah'' he smiles. It's the same smile as before the quarter quell. I don't know how on earth can I remember that. It's just one of those things you can't forget about Peeta. '' I think I'll allow it'' I say. We both laugh. I never really thought Peeta could be a person I could laugh with. I mean he was my opponent in the Games.

Then I sit, and so does he.'' There is something bothering me'' I say. Peeta looks at me. A little bit confused and deeply, as if he was trying to read my mind. He is so concentrated. Not missing a word I say. " What" he finally asks.

"Well, you said you didn't want to forget, and I guess I agree, but there is this one thing a can't forget, which I want to forget." I say

Peeta is still confused. No, that's an understatement he is even more confused. Maybe a little shocked that I'm suddenly the talkative one, I've found my words.

" Faking a marriage, it was wrong of me - to even suggest- and I want to apologize. Please forgive me Peeta.'' I say

Peeta is such a good listener. Even what I'm saying is very complicated. He doesn't seem to find his words. I don't even know if he knows what to think. After a while he just says " Oh"

I stand up as a sign, we should leave. Peeta stands up too. Then I decide it's now or never. What ever his response will be, I have to take a chance. Peeta was always the one to take a chance. Time after time, even thought the first time I was going to strangle him. I get down on my knee, put my hand in my pocket where I left his ring and take it out, I hold it up. I say '' Peeta Mellark, will you marry me ?'' Then I realize I don't even know his middle name. Peeta holds his breath. A little teardrop crumbles in his eye and softly, slowly flows down to his red blushing cheeks. He says "of course" . I put the ring on his finger. I've never seen him happier. My Peeta is truly happy. I think maybe he needs me as much as I need him, I just never thought of that. Peeta is a good actor he can cover up with a charming smile when he is broken. Then I remember what my grandma said to me once:

" The most broken people are the ones who smile the brightest''