Prologue:
Katniss POV:
Peeta. Why does everything always lead back to him? It's seems like most of the events in my life miraculously revolve around him. Peeta is the reason I kept going... The reason I survived... Survived life in the districts, survived the games and, most of all, he's the reason I survived my thoughts. Without him, I would be nothing. God forbid anybody know I've been in love with him since I first set my eyes on his beautiful features. His beautiful blonde hair that always happens to slightly fall over his eyes, no matter how hard he tries to keep it back. That goofy smile that always creeps on to his face every time he does something ridiculous. The list can go on forever. Okay. I really need to stop thinking about this, and go to sleep. Ugh. This happens every time I'm suppose to see him.
Ever since the war ended, there isn't much to do but see each other... Well, at least on my part. Peeta always seems to be busy. He re-built his parent's bakery and works there from 7 to 3, then from then until 8 he teaches painting classes. Even on the days he's not busy, he makes up some excuse. "oh, I'm soo tired.. Oh, I picked up extra hours this weak because the head baker is home with Cholera." Most of the reason I can't sleep Saturday nights is that I'm waiting for him to cancel with some excuse. He's done it three times already. Last time I had gotten up three hours early to put on the outfit Prim liked the best; a light blue dress with the shoes my mother use to wear when she'd go out with dad instead of my usual jacket and hunting boots. Less than an hour before we were suppose to go to town, he cancels. I know he doesn't mean it, he just doesn't realize the effect he has on people. Okay. You need to sleep...and stop talking to yourself, it's starting to freak me out. Just keep saying "He will not cancel. He will not cancel. He..will not..can..."