Hello! So unfortunately my previous stories have been removed and I cannot post them again:( But I had this idea for a while and I really wanted to write it down. It's Katniss and Peeta the months after The 74th Hunger Games. Please tell me, should I continue this story, or should I leave it as one-shot? Please review, it gives me the motivation I need to start writing again! :) I'd also like to hear your opinion about this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hunger Games". All credit for these amazing books go to Suzan Collins.
She is alone. She is desperate. She knows what she longs for, yet at the same time she doesn't know, or she just does not admit it to herself. She longs for strong arms to chase away her nightmares. For soft words to sooth her fears. She longs for a shoulder to cry on, something she had not done in years. And she can't have all these things. She does not deserve them. She had chased them away with harsh words at a train and with false declarations of love.
She spents more time crying than she'd like to admit. She cries for Rue, for Cato, for the thousands of innocence children that were murdered, she cries for herself.
She cries for him.
She has not seen him yet. His absence from her life both devastates her and relieves her. She is concerned. The habbit of wanting to track down his movements, to know he is safe, has not ceased with the end of the Games. She wants to touch his face, to hold him tight, preventing him from dissapearing. Because if he dissapears, her last ally, she will be left alone. And she will never be truly a Victor.
He on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants. He wants her. Only her. He longs for her in his arms, for her soft smiles that she saves for the people who matter the most to her, for her scowl, for her. He also longs for her kisses and her love but his pride, or what's left of it, does not allow himself to admit it. And he can't have all these things. He chased them away with promises in a cave and tender whispers.
He is alone. He is desperate.
He has not seen her yet. Her absence from his life both devastates him and relieves him. He is concerned. He can hear her at night, he can hear her screaming, and he wants to touch her face, to hold her close, preventing her from dissapearing. Because if she dissapears, his last ally, he will be left alone. And he will never be truly a Victor.
Her house is full of life, of her sister's laughter, of her mother's soft words, but she feels dead inside. She wonders if this feeling will pass. She hopes it will. A glance at Haymitch makes her think otherwise.
His house is empty and he feels the same inside. His family has abandoned him, has left him alone in this big house with no one but himself. He wonders if this is how he'll spend the rest of his life, alone. He hopes not. A glance at hers stony expression makes him think otherwise.
She is restless. She cannot sleep. The dead hunt her in her sleep. Sometimes she wakes up screaming for him, screaming for him to save her. He is not there.
He is restless. He cannot sleep. In his dreams, she is being taken away. Sometimes he wakes up looking for her, to make sure she is all right. She is not there.
While she lays in her bed after another nightmare she allows herself to think of him. She whispers his name in her room's ceiling.
While he lays in his bed after another nightmare, he cannot help himself. He thinks about her. He whispers her name in his room's ceiling.
"Peeta..."
"Katniss..."
Love,
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