Peeta, a kind, caring soul, now finds himself hidden deep within a cave that you gad found to shelter him during the games while he was injured.

He lays silently in a red sleeping bag, my chin tilted up into the damp and cool air that fills up the dank and grey cave that leaves both you and him with less and less hope. Until, a loud voice boombs out, filling the area and its prisoners with the slightest tinge of hope. "Upon further notice, it has been decided that there shall now be two victors of they are from the same district."

Peeta sits up slightly, in shock, as he tries to decide whether or not he is hallucinating. However, upon realising that he was not in fact hearing things, it seems as though his pain melts away, replaced swiftly by a sense of safety and hope.

Breathlessly, Peeta looks over to you, he swallow down a dry lump in his throat as he cups your cheeks softly and lovingly. He loved you. He knew that. It was the only thing he was certain about right now.