Band-aids.
by LiveLifeNLoveIt.
Summary: '"Katniss, I came back to help you. It won't matter if you help me – I'll still have flashbacks. I'll forget who you are over and over again, one way or the other. We're scarred, and I know that they won't ever go away, but I want to help them heal." Yes, I think. Even though I don't want his band-aids.' Post-Mockingjay Fanfiction. Give it a shot?
(A/N):
My very first Fanfiction. Super nervous about publishing this, but, for you guys, what the hay?(: Hope you enjoy! Don't be afraid to favorite and follow. Oh yeah. REVIEW, TOO!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of the characters. Only the ideas in this Fanfiction.
Chapter:
Prologue.
"Good morning," says a voice I know all too well.
Peeta Mellark's voice. Peeta came back from the Capitol four months ago. Honestly, deep down, I'm glad he came back, even though he does still have his flashbacks. Even though he does still view me as a partial-mutt.
I acknowledge his sentence with a nod. Ever since he's been here, he's worked on being near me more often. I do and don't have a problem with that. What I like about him being around so often is that I think I see the old Peeta at times. The one that loved me unconditionally. But then there's what I dislike; I don't like that he insists on cooking every morning and every afternoon. I don't like that he refers to me as 'Kat' at times. I don't like that he has to run out of the house when he has a flashback.
Is remembering me that hard to ask?
"Did you sleep well?" he asks, affectively ruining my thoughts. What a dumb question. Of course I didn't.
"Not really," I state, bothering to answer without being too harsh. There's a really long silence that is unlike him and so I look up. He's staring at me and I figure he's judging whether I'll just turn into a mutt and maul him. "Peeta, I'm not a mutt."
He blinks and then looks back down at the table, his cheeks going a light pink. I return to my food and just nibble on it. He murmurs something to himself, quietly clinking his fork against the plate.
"What?" I ask, looking up. He does also and just shakes it off. I stare at him. He's been murmuring a lot of things to himself lately. I shouldn't be pushing things, but I can't help it. "Peeta." He shakes his head, obviously not wanting to talk about it. So I try to think of something else to bring up. Well, there is one thing that I haven't talked to him about that I do really want to know. "Can I ask you something?"
He looks up and grins slightly. "Shoot."
"Why did you come back?" I ask. He looks confused so I deepen the question. "I mean, why did you come back to District 12?" There's a pause, letting me know he's thinking his answer out. But I don't want a thought out answer – I want the truth. Tears brim my eyes, but I don't let them fall.
I'm sure that he catches them because he panicks in a calmer way, if that makes any sense at all, and brushes his fingers across mine, making me inhale shakily, the tears working against the wall I've built.
"Katniss, I came back to help you. It won't matter if you help me – I'll still have flashbacks. I'll forget who you are over and over again, one way or the other. We're scarred, and I know that they won't ever go away, but I want to help them heal."
Yes, I think. Even though I don't want his band-aids.
-LiveLifeNLoveIt c;