[She lets him. It's awkward at first, a little stiff. Though she spent every night of the last week in his arms, that hadn't been her. Not really. It had been some strange hijacked version of herself. A girl happy with her life, with family and love.
Not her.
It's been months since the Quarter Quell. Since the last time she let him hold her. The last time she was actually able to. She's almost forgotten what it feels like, even as she has to remind herself that he own't kill her. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around him in return. Clinging. Hoping he will forgive her.]
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Not her.
It's been months since the Quarter Quell. Since the last time she let him hold her. The last time she was actually able to. She's almost forgotten what it feels like, even as she has to remind herself that he own't kill her. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around him in return. Clinging. Hoping he will forgive her.]
I'm sorry, Peeta.