If It Was True [COMPLETE]

Sequel (cuz me mad)

I turn away from the casket, the memories begin to flood in like a rain storm. The blood, the shallow breathes, the kiss, the decision I made, the wishes for him to stay alive, to urge to hunt down the very thing that tore him apart and killed him. I begin to walk away from the graveside. Seeing his mother and little sister cry like this was like a knife to my eyes. I walked back to my truck, fumbling for my keys. A dark figure began making its way towards me from the road. I looked away and continued the search for my keys. I finally find them and jab them into my truck door, in search for the unlock clicking noise. As soon and the truck unlocked, I felt a hand upon my upper arm. I didn't move. For the past several days I've been having this same dream of what all happened replaying in my head. I turned slightly to see who had grabbed my arm. It was none other than Peeta. The very person who I turned in for someone who's now dead. He looks at me with his thoughtful eyes and wraps me in a hug as tears pour down my face. I struggled for answers. Prim said he was going to be fine, but three days later, the worst came. Gale, my best friend, the very person who I chose to spend all my time with, gone. Gone like beautiful rose that withers away suddenly without enough rain.  Three days ago, in my mother's house his lungs collapse in the middle of the night. By the time the next alarm clock was to ring to go check on him, he was barely alive. They quickly called me and I rushed over to the house. Two hours and twenty - seven minutes later, he passed as peaceful as struggling for your breath as he could. I sat there and held his hand for some time before prim finally tore me away from his motionless body and took me to my old room. There I cried. I locked myself in there for two days. And now here I am, barely staying together, and now in the arms of someone who has always loved me. Finally I quit crying long enough to pull away from Peeta to say,

"I'm so sorry..... I didn't know what was going through my head at the time. He was my best friend, my everything, and he was hurt. I never intended for us to cut off ties completely, I just needed to get to him"

"It's alright." Peeta says as he raps me into another warm embrace and kissing me on the forehead, "I will always be here for you. Always." He says as he pulls away from me , grabs the keys out of my hand, helps me into the truck, and gets into the drivers side and drives us to our corn field. There he walks me to our makeshift corn husk bed and sets me gently down. He lets me cry, scream, cuss, and most importantly, kiss him the way we used to.

"We have all the time in the world for this because I'm not letting go of you ever again." Peeta says.

Yes my best friend is gone. And yes I'm going to be hurting for a while. But I will always have Peeta there for me whenever I need him. Yes, he's not Gale and yes he can never fill Gale's size 12 shoes, but Peeta has always been the love of my life. Why did I ever think to change the course of life?