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It had seemed so real.

His heart was racing. He was panting slightly, eyes still fixed on some imaginary spot. It had been real, he was certain of it. They were out of that cloud, out of that nightmare but what he had seen could not be unseen.

District 12 was gone. It was nothing but ash and wreckage. He could smell the burning, hear the bombs as they fell. He was going to be sick. His stomach was turning and if he could move he certainly would be. For now he was just in shock.

"How..." The first word he had managed to say in minutes. Turning to look at Katniss, there was a mix of emotions plain on his face. "What...Katniss, it can't be real, right? It was just like everything else, wasn't it?"

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[burnwithus.livejournal.com]

It's a recurring dream, one that I'm all too familiar with. The taste of ash in my mouth. The burst of my eardrums caused by the explosions. I didn't see the bombings but I can imagine what they might have been like - and I can't imagine the dreams Gale might have.

My secret's been found out. And I don't have the right to keep it from him any more, though the words are difficult to spit out.

"It's real." My voice seems so small, and I don't want to look at him. I can't look at him, because I know that I'll see disgust and it'll remind me of the Peeta I knew. "It's all real."