a/n – aha, the movie is going to be out in seven days! :D /squeal – anyway, this drabble here is inspired by some post on tumblr(: hope you like, and do review? ^^ slightly AU.
you took away who he was
by she crept up on me
"Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games."
-– peeta mellark ;; the hunger games
She keeps her face pressed against the cold glass, grey eyes desperately searching the boy on the bed, seeking familiar features that define Peeta Mellark. But he remains immobile, blue eyes that were once kind now filled with hatred, and he stares at the ceiling, unable to move partly because he's belted to the metal frame, partly because he doesn't want to.
"Peeta," she whispers, her breath fogging up the glass. "Peeta." And then the tears begin to fall from her eyes.
Because the boy on the bed, the boy who's seeking ways to destroy her, is not Peeta Mellark. He's a complete stranger who she doesn't know in the least, one that she doesn't want to know either. She wants him. She wants the real Peeta Mellark.
She wants the boy with the bread, the boy who loved her, the boy who loved Katniss Everdeen, not the one who thinks she's a mutt programmed to kill him. She remembers the real Peeta Mellark well enough, she remembers his laugh, his kind smile, his hands – hands that could bring a paintings to life, that could ice delicate patterns onto cakes, hands that would hold her to protect her from nightmares.
That Peeta Mellark wanted nothing more than to remain who he was. And the Capitol took his identity away from him.
But even though the Capitol has taken that Peeta Mellark away from her, she refuses to believe that he's completely gone, because she knows that he's still in there somewhere, fighting to emerge.
And when he does, she'll be waiting for him.
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