After the events of the The Hunger Games, neither you nor Peeta will ever recover mentally. Since it wasn’t that long since you two came out victorious, every little thing could set either of you off. Loud noises, screaming, flashing lights, people walking towards you too fast, things that may seem like nothing, could mean life or death.

It didn’t help that you had these frequent nightmares. It was about different times in the games, wether that was when Rue died, or when being chased down by Cato and his other allies. You often woke up screaming, yelling, still thinking you were in that damn arena. It ruined your life, it ruined everything. And it still wasn’t over.

Tonight was like any other, you two would soon return home. Finally. That's all you wanted. Just to go home. To see your family, to be there with them. Yet you had some trouble falling asleep, it was hard. You felt uneasy, it was a panic attack just waiting to happen. Yet, you shut your eyes.

A few hours into the sleep, you had it again. Those damn nightmares. You screamed, yelled. Holding your head, sitting on your knees holding your head. Peeta's room wasn’t too far from your own, so he came running in. " Nightmares? It's okay, I get them too. " He says, slowly taking a step forward. " It's okay. " He said.

He was always there for you, wether it was an act or not. Peeta cared. Once you calmed down, he slowly turned around to leave the room, and let you get back to sleep.