A short, free-verse from Peeta's POV. This is his thought process directly after the Hunger Games when Katniss denies his affection. He reflects back on the time they spent together in the cave.
They say you hear the most when the world is silent
When the sun is just about to rise
When the moon has just begun to fade away
It's in these moments, that you hear yourself
You hear your heart…
The tempestuous cries of uncertainty
The pounding that falters after every breath
Whether I knew it or not, this was a moment I needed to hear
Her warm exhale, sharp against my shoulder
Her cold fingers dancing an elusive pattern onto my leg
Her heart, beating softly in the immensity of sleep
I wasn't really listening though
Somehow my ears misjudged the silence
My heart miscalculated our closeness
Love was slamming itself against the walls of the cave
It was my love that forced our music
My music
Hers was stoic, merely a drumbeat, a thump
Our love did not rise up and awaken the world from silence
I only thought it did
I was wrong
How can it be that two people can hear such different silence?
How can it be that a heart can lie?
How could she?
How could I?
They say you miss the most when the world is silent
When whispers are hushed
When rain drizzles your sleep
It's in these moments, that you lose yourself
You hear your mind…
The wave of panic that echoes in the dark
The sighs that play you false
I love you Katniss.
Author's Note: I hope you all appreciated my quick drabble. I was feeling remarkably upset and this piece was born. All reviews and favorites are most appreciated. If you happen to enjoy this, or want something a bit longer, feel free to check out my other stories. Thank you for reading :)