A/N: All characters belong to Suzanne Colllins. Oh, and one more thing, Happy (almost) Hunger Games!
They do play in the meadow. They seem happy; she seems happy. I can tell by the smirk on her lips. She sits; I stand. Trying to prepare for the visions tonight; so I can comfort her in her dreams. So I can bring light to her dark world of nightmares. At least my nightmares have stopped; but hers still continue. Is it my place to find that out? Or is she still the Mockingjay? The leader? What is happening? My hands are shaking and my breathing is rapid. I panic as the children move toward me what will I say? What will she think? That I'm still a weakling? That she should have chosen Gale? So many questions fill my head. The children in unison say, "Daddy are you okay?" And that's when I black out.
I hate it.
I hate it when this happens. I hate it when the children see me cry. I hate it when she sees me cry. I hate it when my eyes hurt. I hate it when she gives me that look; that you're so adorable when you cry look. It makes me feel inferior. Aren't I the man in this family? Well, except for the little man in the family. He's next in line. He was almost not even born. I begged and begged. After fifteen years my little princess was born. I was lucky enough that my little boy was born.
I sit in the kitchen. Holding the book. Why did I ever tell her this would make things okay? I guess I really am the pathetic one in the family. She's sitting right across from me. Curse these visions. And the worst thing is that I can't even remember what they're about! She hesitates; and says, "What happened Peeta?" Like she doesn't know! I don't even know why she chose me if she knows she's going to toy with me like this. At least Gale could put up with this. And speaking of the devil; all I hear is a silly voice. "Hey, Catnip!"