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I watched Peeta's hands saw the knife slowly through the bread. There was something in his eyes, something. Even in the way he moved his hands. Loss. I thought to myself. Pain, hunger, not for food but for something more. Family. Laughter. However, I felt that he was hiding it really well. I felt like I knew him, more than anyone else on the Earth currently did. I felt that if it had been anybody else, looking into the same blue eyes, they probably wouldn't notice anything different. "Thank you Peeta. For the bread." I said softly. He had cut half of the loaf so far. He turned his head to the left, towards me, and gave me a little smile. "Anytime." He said. Somehow the way that he said it made me feel happier than I had for a very, very long time.

After breakfast, Greasy Sae and her mysterious granddaughter, packed up to go home. "Take care!" She said on her way out of the front door. "See you tonight." I said back to her. Peeta and I remained on the couch in the main Living room. We sat for awhile in a rather awkward silence. Finally, Peeta mentioned something that I think was on both of our minds. And it had been for quite a while now. "Why did you say yes?" He asked looking into my eyes with a look that I had surely seen in his eyes before. A look of curiosity, bewilderment. A look of sheer dissapointment. I relized where I had seen it before, in the first arena, back where the pain, and most of the horrible nightmares that still haunted me, had first started. He had given me that look just before the gong rang out to run to the cornuccopia to battle for food, weapons, water, and life. The memory rang out loud and clear in my mind. I hated to think about the Hunger games. In that moment, with that look, he had distracted me and kept me from retieving my beautiful bow and my beautiful silver sheath of arrows. I didn't have to ask what he had meant by that question. "Because." I said not sure myself. I thought about it, and what was going through my head in that exact moment. The moment that I had casted my vote. "Because, I wanted to get back at all of the horrible Capitol people for being so, so disgusting." I couldn't think of another word to use. In fact, I am not not sure that there is a better word to explain it. "I wanted them to have a taste of their own medicine. The worst, most disgusting, bitter, horrible medicine that there is in the world. Watching your very own kids get killed on national televison, and see no one feel remorse. To have no one say how sorry they are for your loss. They just compliment you on your outfits." I felt red hot. "So?" Peeta said questioningly. To that, I didn't know what to say. My mouth hung open. I was pretty much inviting flies in to my mouth. "So?" I said back at him. "So?" I was really, really mad. "So, just because inncocent Capitol people, who don't know any better, whatch a show that has been required by the government, you think that we should just make their kids go to the arena?" He looked, prabably even more mad than I did. "Their kids are innocent Katniss. Just like ours were. So why should we treat them like crap? Haven't you ever heard the old saying 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'?"

Peeta had a point. A very valid, solid point. "I guess that you do have a point." I said softly. "Besides," I said. "Prim wouldn't have wanted it either." I got up from my spot on the couch and started toward the stairs. I had my left foot on the forst step when Peeta spoke again. "Come here." He said with a slight smile. I couldn't resist. His smile is like, like when My father would sing to the Mockingjays, and the Mockingjays coulln't help but sing. That is pretty much what Peeta's smile is to me. I walked over to the black leather couch and sat down next to him. Close to him. He kissed me on the forehead and said something that made my whole body spread with warmth. I don't care if you don't love me, or if you don't love me in the way that I love you. But I love you Katniss Everdeen. No matter what you say. Even if the things you do say are terribly ridiculous!" We both gave a little laugh.

` Peeta had spent the reat of the day baking, then finishing up the roses in the front, and then, baking again. He baked all day. He baked breads that I had never even heard of before. He had been at my house all day because I didn't want to be alone anymore. In fact, I couldn't stand to be alone anymore. The thoughts were just all to haunting. I had spent a lot of the day hunting, while peeta baked. That night a Greasy say walked in with her mysterious granddaughter once more, I said, "Hey, Greasy Sae!"

"Hey." She said back to me. She was about to make her way to the kitchen when I stopped her. "Ummm, do you mind if I cook tonight?" I asked her hopefully. "You could join Peeta and I of course."

"Sure!" She said enthousiastically. Less work for me! She plopped herself down on the table and then turned on the television. Ever since the war, district 3, probably mostly Beetee with all of his experience, has been a ton more shows. There was the news of course which, I liked to veer away from. They, and other channels, mostly played footage from the war, but sometimes they would dwell on happier things. Like new hospitals and the fact that we could now travel to other districts as we pleased.

Then there were the fake shows, or as they called them some time ago, "Sitcoms". They were pretty funny sometimes, but sometimes they just consisted of a bunch of district people craking jokes that made no sense at all or, were only humerous if you were from a specific district.

I tended to stay away from the T.V. though. I thoght that it was sometimes, kind of a waste of time. I preferred hunting and cooking.

That night we had fish stew and strawberries, and bread. It was the dinner that I never got to eat, on the night of the first reaping. It brought back some bad memories, but, I couldn't help but crave it, and, It was the only thing that I could think to make with the collection from that day.

That night, After Greasy Sae and Mystery Granddaughter had left, Peeta and a I cleaned up. We didn't really have much to talk about, considering the fact that we both didn't want to bring back any bad memories whatsoever. That was beyond hard though. Everywhere I looked, there was usually a bad memory associated with whatever I was looking at. So we talked about little things like how nice the weather was today and how delicious dinner was. But, we weren't fooling anybody. The m=bad memories were still there.

I had asked Peeta if I could stay at his house that night. Even though Snow was dead and the war was over, the whole rose in my room idea still kind of creeped me out. His house was pretty much the same as mine. In Fact, It was almost identical. It was kind of strange to think that this was my first time entering any of Peeta's houses. Ever. I crawled into the big bed with him and I drifted of into a peacful sleep. For around 44 minutes.

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