Love, Love, Love
*Inspired by the song Love, Love, Love by Of Monsters and Men. Katniss' POV. My take on how she fell in love with Peeta in the series. It's been 4 years since I first read the books and until now, I'm still hooked by it. All I can say is that this series became my hope during my darkest times. Please forgive my grammar since my writing skills are rusted. Please comment, if you feel like it, and enjoy reading :)
It was a cold April night when you tossed me that bread. The night when the pain of losing my father strikes the hardest, as my sister waits for me to feed her. Your damp blonde hair and the swell on your cheek haunted me every night. I wanted to say my thanks but it would be too late now. How can I say "Thank You" if my knife is at your throat? I hope it will not come to that but my luck says otherwise.
Your friendly act is a part of your game. Now, I can't forget the warmth of your smile as I kissed your cheek, the one that was hit that night. I hope you already forget that night so that killing you will be as easy. Whatever game you play, I need to beat it.
You remember small things about me as I to you. I don't know if I should be happy that you noticed or be disappointed that I'm still looking after you all these years.
Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby, I know.
Your confession confuses me that's why I shove you. No man ever gives me hints of beauty. I'm more of a rough-edged person than the lovable girl you just described. I'm not into love unlike all the other girls in school. I lived on the damage it brought us. I'm the crook that don't care for people's hearts nor emotions, and same goes for you.
You said that you don't want to be a piece in their games. You don't want them to change who you are. I respect your judgment and honesty. I need to win these games for my sister. I told you that I'm just going to gave your regards to your family. I'm a hideous person for treating your death so early in this competition.
And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
And those bright blue eyes
Can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you.
During our time in the Training Center, your focus is still on frosting. Your eyes always lit up every time I ask about the cakes you decorate or the different toppings for every bread in the districts. I wanted to pretend that day,that these games will not happen, just to preserve the joy and innocence you still have. This is what I'm going to miss the most - the boy with the bread. The other tributes should mean nothing to me, another obstacle to reach my goal. Nonetheless, it will be harder, to know that all of them are human, and not some Capitol mutts. Now, as I enter the arena, only these etched memories will accompany me. Your blue eyes locked to mine as you shake your head and mouthed "No". I'm in haze of those eyes, regretting that you need to die for me to move on. Your last warning is the distraction that almost killed me in the bloodbath.