So, I was talking with a friend the other day, and I realized that there was a whole box of Quarter Quell cards. So, what if when going through the ruble of the Capital, a soldier found those cards? What if that soldier found those cards, and sent them the Katniss and Peeta? This is what:
I was sitting in the kitchen, as usual, as Greasy Sal made some stew out of the rabbit I had actually gone out and shot. It had felt good, to get out in the woods again. It was also so odd. The fence is gone now, my bows and arrows were right where I left them, even though I use the one Beetee made me now. And then of course, no Gale. It was so... abnormal. He wasn't there, calling me Catnip, talking about the Capital. Because it had all happened. It was over... done... He's moved on now. He wrote to me, the other day, he asked how I was doing, if I had gone hunting. He has a girlfriend now and I actually don't mind. I thought- for a while there- that I actually loved him. But no, it's Peeta. It's always been Peeta. Ever since that day he gave me the bread. Everyone else saw it, even Rue... She mentioned it, in the Games, that his love wasn't an act. Now that I think on it, I could see it in her eyes, the knowledge that deep in my heart... I loved him to.
Peeta is actually here right now, he's sitting at the table beside me, pounding on dough to make into bread. I watch his hands following a rhythmic pattern of kneading on the dough. How he memorizes it, I may never know... or maybe it's just natural, like my hunting skills.
Someone knocks on the door. It's probably Haymitch, he usually comes around when he smells Greasy Sal's cooking, since he's started to get less and less drunk. As usual, I don't answer it, but Peeta does, leaving me to stare at the dough he left on the table. I've started to come out of my "trance" these days. Peeta has helped a lot, but shockingly it was Haymitch who really helped me. He told me that the deaths were not my fault, and that sometimes the forest burns down so it can grow back healthier. It was so unlike him, yet in a way, it was just like him. Just like him to know just what to say to pull me out of the trance I have been in. And truth be told, I think I've always been in this trance, ever since my father died, I just had something to keep me busy. Now the war is over and everyone is slowly rebuilding I have nothing to really keep me busy. No one I have to keep alive. But Haymitch helped me realize that I now have to keep myself happy, and just be the normal person I would have been if there hadn't ever been any games.
Peeta sat a small rectangular box on the table in front of me.
"It was salvaged from the ruble." He says, looking at the box in anger. "Why someone felt the need to send it to us, of all people-"
And that when I realize it. The box, I had seen it one before.
It's the Quarter Quell box, with all it's cards inside.