I wake up and get up off the forest floor, careful not to wake up Peeta. I stretch my stiff wings and walk around the hollow, shaking off the sleep. I find a nearby steam and stick my toes in it and begin bathing my legs in the fresh water. I don't know why but I start to play in it, enjoying the cool water after the humid summer night.

I hear someone walk up behind me and since I can tell he's trying to seek up on me, I let him get just close enough before I sweep him off my feet with my wing.

"Good Morning Peeta," I say without looking back at him. I hear him pick himself off the ground and dust himself off.

"How'd you know it was me?" he asks.

"You've heavy footsteps with a unique gait," I say. "You're easy to pick out of a crowd, not to mention a near silent forest."

"You'll have to teach me how to do that sometime," he says.

"All in due time," I say. "First we have to actually earn you your wings. Then I'll do my very best to train you in our ways."

"How exactly am I supposed to earn my wings?" he asks.

"I really don't know," I say. "It's different for everyone. And its not like I've seen or heard of a Fallen Angel before."

"Well how do you suggest we start?" he asks.

"We start by you not wanting them," I say. "Angels are not greedy. We want nothing and need nothing. We are unselfish and live only to give hope to those who need it, love to those who need love, and lead those of good heart and faith to the lands above the gates when the time comes."

"You take away the dead?" he asks.

"When their time comes, souls need a way to get home. It's the duty of their Guardian Angel to take them home," I say. "It's really difficult."

"How do you do it?" he asks.

"I suck it up and remember that they have finally found their salvation. They are literally in Heaven after you take them above the gates," I say.

"You say above the gates as though that's not where you reside," he says and I nod.

"We live below the Kingdom of Heaven, where we can hear the prayers better and answer the ones that need to be answered," I tell him. "Not that He doesn't hear them. He hears all and knows all."

"I hope you don't mind me asking," he says. "But is that a tattoo on your shoulder?"

"Yeah," I say. "It's a Mockingjay."

"You're allowed to have tattoos?" he asks.

"I kind of always have had it," I say. "It's the mark of the Wild Angel. Like my black wings."

"So only Wild Angels have black wings?" he asks.

"Angels?"I ask him. "There's only me Peeta. I'm the only Wild Angel in existence."

"Really?" he asks. I nod.

"I'm part of the Guardian Angels, but I'm the only one with free will. I don't follow the rules out of necessity. I just do because its what in my heart. To do good and follow what He has planned," I say. "I'm probably the most human which is why I was able to be your soul mate. At least that's what Michael thinks."

"Soulmate?" Peeta asks.

"Yes," I say. "The literal other half of each others hearts. Angels don't fall in love, so when we do, its not just some high school fling. Its the real thing."

"So what's Heaven like?" he asks.

"It's amazing," I say. "So peaceful and full of the feeling of family. We are all brothers and sisters. No one acts above another. We address each other by first names and comfort those who are hurting."

"It sounds lovely," he says.

"It is," I say. "I can't wait to take you home with me."

"I can't wait to go home and start my life with you." he says kissing my cheek. I stand up and smile at him as I pull my necklace out of my pocket. "What's that?"

"This," I say holding out the pendant on my palm."Is how I've been hiding myself from you."

"Hiding yourself?" he asks looking at me. I giggle as I clip the necklace around my neck. I feel my wings disappear and my dress form itself into a pale green sundress.

"I haven't exactly been walking around with wings and a Greek gown have I?" I ask him.

"No," he says. "I guess you haven't. But how?"

"Michael gave me this when I came here to be your," I pause trying to find the words but just shake my head. "I don't even know his real intentions anymore. But, yeah, he gave me the necklace to be able to disguise myself from humans."

"Why would you do that?" he asks.

"We aren't supposed to drastically impact life," I say. "Anymore seemingly important questions?"

"Do you sing?" he asks. I start laughing.

"No Peeta," I say. "I'm the only angel that doesn't sing." He laughs, embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question," he says. "Could you do it?"

"Do what?" I ask him. "Sing?" He nods. "What do you want me to sing?"

"I don't care," he says. "Something, anything. I just want to hear your beautiful voice." I think it over for a second before sighing and beginning to softly singing.

" Just the other night a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be

She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
Inn her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all

And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thankedd the good Lord
For the gifts in my life

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"

"That was beautiful," he says.

"I guess," I say. "That's what people say. But I don't know. It's not like I can judge my own singing." Peeta pulls me into a hug and I feel his lips meet mine.

"What was that for?" I ask him as I pull away.

"For not being an unanswered prayer," he says. "For being the answer to my prayers."