"Just try it, sweet girl. Please." I whisper to you, holding the spoon of soup to your lips as you keep them shut.

I'm your boyfriend, Peeta. We've been together for 4 years, but... of course, we were separated for about 3 of those years. You got taken away from me. Tortured, and beaten constantly. It was all to haunt me.

Finally, when you were taken back to me, you had extreme PTSD. Of course, I still loved and cared for you. But you can hardly shower or eat.

"Just a small sip, okay? Yeah, mhm.." I nod as you open your lips slightly.