First story in awhile! I've got a great feeling about this one so please give it a chance. This takes place right after Mockingjay and before the epilogue. Hope you enjoy. :)
Dear Peeta,
Today, Dr. Aurelius is forcing me to begin a "personal notebook" to carry my thoughts. Predicting my stubborn refusal, he's bribed me into submission. If I follow his fruitless prescription with neither fail nor complaint, for two months, I'll be given the choice to end therapy and also my life or to continue the process. But isn't my decision already obvious?
I was never very skilled at collecting my thoughts into words-that was your talent. So, I've decided to write to you: the boy whom I know, the boy whom I've unexpectedly grown to trust, the boy whom I owe my life many times over, the boy who creeped into my heart without permission, the boy whom I love, the boy with the bread.
Forgive me,
Katniss
