Monday, December 12, 2011

Interview with Caesar Flickerman

What are we going to do, Peeta? Do you know how much trouble we're in?  I'm sitting on the couch, wrapped around Peeta, not only because we are supposed to be lovers, but because I truly missed him.  Going through these past couple of days without a friend has been terrifying.  Especially after I thought that they were going to kill him, on that hovercraft that lifted us from the arena...but thank goodness, he's still alive.  I can barely talk, I don't know if I'm still in shock from being able to make it home and see Prim again, or if I'm afraid of being in front of such a big audience, or even if I'm just thinking too much...but Peeta knows exactly what to say, and that has to be more than enough.   And to be honest, I am tired of the Games, tired of the star-crossed lover act, tired of having to tell my story and show the world into my life.  Sitting here, having to talk about is is even worse.  I think about what Haymitch told me.  "Your only defense can be you were so madly in love that you couldn't control your actions..."  Was I in love? Or was I just trying to keep myself safe?  "Dont have to...he's already there."  What does he mean, he's already there?  Does he really love me?  This was just supposed to be a way of keeping us alive...and I may have killed him instead.
"When did you realize you were in love with him?" Caesar brings me back from my thoughts and I realize that I am still in the same position I was in five minutes ago.  I'm stumped on the question.  "Well, I know when it hit me.  The night that you shouted his name from that tree."  I agreed in anticipation, thankfull that Caesar pretty much just saved me.  So then Peeta and I talk with Caesar and Peeta, of course I make some kind of romantic comment, then he kisses me, as I go back into oblivion.  But then Caesar mentions Peeta's new leg, and I look down.  He has a prosthetic leg.  I didn't know until now, and Peeta says that it's his fault.  So we move on, and of course, the berries come up. 
"I don't know I just...couldn't bear the thought of...being without him," I say.  Peeta agrees.  I slip out into my mind as the program ends.  Was that enough? I walk up to Haymitch.  "Okay?"
"Perfect."

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