A/N: Basically the story takes place at the end of Mockingjay when Katniss and Peeta are back in District 12. I was kinda disappointed by how rushed the ending was so here's how I imagined their relationship going since it couldn't have been easy. *the chapters switch from Katniss and Peeta's P.O.V. just to give you a better perspective of the story*

Disclaimer: I own an overly active imagination, not The Hunger Games

Katniss' P.O.V.

Confused

That's the one thing I'm sure of now a days. Confused. Peeta has been back in District 12 for a month already and I have no idea what to do. Part of me wants to barge into his home and collapse in his arms like I did before in the snow, when we first united for the tour. But that was a long time ago. Everything is different now and I'm lucky he stops flinching every time I get too close.

Since he's been back I've only talked to him a few short times.

The first being when he first arrived. Out of impulse I confronted him thinking we could finally become friends again. How naive I was. I know Peeta better than he knows himself at this point and so I knew exactly what he was thinking the minute he saw me from the look in his eyes.

Confused. Scared. Maybe a little happy. Scared.

All this shook my confidence in our relationship...or whatever you want to call us because I honestly did not know at that point. The other couple of times I saw him were when we accidentally ran into each other wandering about. District 12 isn't exactly big you know and with barely anyone living there it's bound to happen.

After our first encounter I decided the best way to approach the situation was to retreat. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going back to my days glued to my living room chair. I just decided to avoid the number one thing I was most uncertain about...Peeta. At the same time though I knew this was the cowardly thing to do. The real Peeta would never, not in a million years, give up on me.

So when I wake up every night screaming from whatever new nightmare haunts my conscious I long for Peeta. For his strong arms wrapped around me, enveloping me with his warmth and protection. I miss him so much and it's about time I do something about it. I was - no, am the girl on fire - and that girl was strong and brave and fought for the one's she loved. I'm tired of giving up.

Now I'm sure of one more thing, there is no way in hell I'm giving up on the boy with the bread.