Chapter 1 - Getting back.
Finally the train was taking me back to District 12, where I belonged. I was ready to a fresh start: Rebuild the bakery, help Haymitch with some things, get those recovery sessions done and accept that maybe the best thing for me and Katniss it's friendship. Of course, it didn't mean I stopped loving her, in fact I'm not sure I ever did, or if I started loving her a little after the hijacking just because everyone told me so. Either way, my feelings towards Katniss probably won't have to be sort out.
District 12, somehow managed to stay the same, even after everything went down to ashes, the smell, the weather and the station were just the way I remembered it. As I was leaving the station I saw, by the platform, flowers: Primroses. They're pretty, probably would be beautiful to have them in a painting.
When my feet touched the Victor's Village I regretted my decision, all the memories I had there... Were they real? Were they another thing Snow had inserted in my mind? My heart was beating too fast for me to walk and I ended up falling on the ground. Unfortunately, Haymitch saw me and run over me:
"What happened with you boy? Is the leg broke or something?" I didn't look at him, or said anything, not until I was on my feet.
"Great to see you too, Haymitch!" I tried to look away from Katniss' house, so I looked over Haymitch's. "Geese? Are you trying to tutor animals now?" He look back at me and smiled.
"Glad you're back, boy."
"So am I... What about..."
"Katniss? You just got here, Peeta, give yourself sometime. We'll work on her soon."
"Ok." I couldn't say anything, but ok and although his answer disturbed me a little, I had to admit Haymitch was right. So I just planted the Primroses I had collected earlier in the station and planted them back in front of Katniss' house, hoping she would like it.
The rest of the day was a blur, I slept too much, practically didn't eat until this woman called Greasy Sae came home welcoming me back and giving me soup. I remembered her after a while: She used to live here at 12 when it existed, and I remember she came by the bakery a little before the reaping. For some reason, my father liked her a lot; guess I'll never find out why.