Until the liquor runs out.
My face broke into a huge smile, and I start walking in Peeta’s direction. Then, as if I can’t stand it another second, I start running. He catches me and spins me around, and then he slips - he still isn’t entirely in command of his artificial leg - and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, and that’s where we have our first kiss in months. It’s full of fur and snowflakes and lipstick, but underneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything. And I know I’m not alone.
A cold wind’s whispering secrets in your ear
So low only you can hear
Run, run, run and hide
Somewhere no one else can find
Tall trees bend and lean pointing where to go
Where you will still be all alone
“And only Peeta can give me that.”
“So after, when he whispers,” You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”
May the odds be ever in your favor.
