*PEETA'S POV*
2 Months.
That's how long it has been since the war ended.
It's been 2 months since I have seen her.
Part of me wants to march over there and hug her.
The other, tells me I could risk hurting her by going over there.
So every other day, when I have my 'Venom Attacks' , That reminds me I should stay my distance. It's like living my old life all over again.
But this time alone, and with horrible memories.
I think, in a way maybe she could help me remember, the good and the bad.
Or maybe I just need to face the fact I'm going to live here, alone, with nobody.
Feeling just as empty as I used to.
I look around my destroyed house, milk cartons thrown everywhere, uneven pictures on the wall, canvas's while punch holes in them. The whole nine yards.
My house looks like this on a daily basis.
I step out my house to make my daily rounds to the bakery to see a friend of mine. I pass her house and see all of the curtains are shut, as usual. A particularly painful part of me aches to hold her like we used to. But this is a different life.
A different Peeta.
I hear a familiar mewing sound and a slight rub on my leg.
I look down to see buttercup rubbing me softly with his scruffy orange head.
"Hey there Buttercup." I say, bending down to rub his head.
Then I hear a familiar shout and stand up to a familiar scowl.
"Buttercup get back here now!" She shouts. She doesn't even see me.
Buttercup hisses at her, just as he always used to. She looks up, just noticing me. I catch her eye for just a minute.
The same scowl.
But a different raspy voice.
Buttercup tots over to her and walks in the front door, and she closes the door so fast, his tail almost gets shut in it.