DISCLAIMER: I do not own THE HUNGER GAMES. But GOD, do I wish I did. BOO.
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Dr Aurelias told both me and Peeta that we needed to focus on the good things and the good memories more, and that writing them down wouldnt be such a bad idea. For Peeta, this was easy. His way with words just let him glide through the experiment. But me? It was two weeks since our last phone call and i had yet to write a single word. And he was meant to be ringing tonight. Great.
I stared down at the paper, the blank page staring back at me. Just do it, i tell myself, start at the beginning. Here goes nothing..
I remember my father walking through the door, coal dust in his eyebrows and creases around his eyes. I remember him kicking off his boots and me jumping in them, clomping around the tiny garden playing hop scotch. I remember my mother's smile as he would enter through the door, and Prim's shrill voice happily screaming 'Daddy!'. I remember sitting down with Prim making necklaces singing the Hanging Tree. I remember my father singing me to sleep with my lullaby. I remember the day i met Gale, i remember my nickname - Catnip. I remember us catching our first deer. I remember being treed by a bear. I remember Gale's laugh as we taunted it and it sulked off back into the woods. I remember the first time we went to The Hob on our own, how scared i was but excited at the same time. I remember when we bought Prim's goat and when i brought home Buttercup. I remember that silly smile on her face. I remember singing Prim that same lullaby. I remember Cuddling Rue in that tree, and feeling like i was home. And i remember finding Peeta. I remember the feeling that started to bubble inside of me in the cave, and how i only felt that way with Peeta. I remember the feeling i had when i got pff the train to district 12 and saw my family's faces. I remember having enough for once in my entire life, and being able to provide enough for Prim. I remember the nights on the train on the victory tour. I remember Peeta's arms, his smell, his warmth. I remember sitting down with Peeta and expanding the book. I remember him saying 'Always' and knowing that he meant it. I remember the night before the quarter quell, how Peeta held me tight. How i refused to let him go. I remember the night on the beach, and how i had felt that feeling again, but stronger. I remember finding my family safe in 13. I remember getting Peeta back, although he was no longer the boy with the bread. I remember finally getting my Peeta back, and thanking God that i still had him. I remember Peeta's blue eyes, so beautiful and honest. I remember his arms, strong, warm and safe. I remember his smile, forever loving and constantly reminding me life is good. I remember his hair, glittering in the sun and becoming so long it reached his eyes sometimes. i remember him letting me cut it, and it looking silly for a month. I remember finally admitting i loved him, with all my heart. And I remember waking up and realising that no matter what, Peeta was going to stay. Always.
I slammed the pen down, looked up to make sure noone was watching, and let out a single tear. I think Dr Aurelias was right. As per usual. That guy really did earn his naps in the end.