She feels like she's trying to remember how to breathe again. Like she'd been suffocating for so long but hadn't realized the air was gone until now. Or maybe it's the way he says these things to her, the fact that he means them, that leaves her spinning. Effie spent her entire life being complimented and flattered, but she never knew what it was to be truly cared for until Peeta and Katniss. Certainly never knew what it was to be truly adored until John. And while they've gone, back to Panem, back to...she's still here with him and that's what matters now. He's what matters.

Her eyes dazed and pupils blown she looks at him, reminding herself of every inch of his face. The textures of him. Her body moving against his on instinct, on muscle memory. "No matter what happens I'll never stop being yours. I promise. For however long we have."