“Leave me,” he whispers. “I can’t hang on.”
“Yes you can!” I tell him.
Peeta shakes his head. “I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.
Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And snow will will. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today.
It’s a long shot, suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his.
"Don’t let him take you from me.”
Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. “No. I don’t want to….”
I clench his hands to the point of pain.
“Stay with me.”
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normality.
“Always,” he murmurs.
the fact that everlark manages to grow back together despite all the bs they experience (from being forced to fight in the games together twice to getting separated to encountering individual traumatizing events including the brainwashing of peeta’s memories of katniss) makes me so emotional and I’m so happy they find comfort in eachother❤️ Everlark lives forever and always