O U R H E L L | » a peeta + katniss fanmix“Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don’t quite catch it.
Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn’t quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. “Always.”
I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always," he murmurs.