AN1: I JUST finished The Hunger Games book... it was AMAZING. So, I'm going to watch the movie as soon as I can -I'm really looking forward to it!

Well... this takes place JUST after the Hunger Games so -SPOILER ALERT in the fic ahead. Don't tell me I didn't warn you *grin*

I'm not sure if a fic like this is already written -probably is- but, meh. I enjoyed this too much to stop!

Please enjoy!


Peeta's Silence

Peeta?

He's just two seats away from me. I'm hoping he'll hear me. Or, at least, how loud my thoughts are screaming at him.

He hasn't spoken to me since the Games.

Since we got off the train at the rest stop.

Since I told him I thought he was pretending all along.

Since I told him that I was pretending all along.

It's been fifteen days now. The silence. And usually, I don't mind stillness at all. But now? It's like the silence between us can deafen the world.

When he finally does look over, I smile in relief. I'll finally get to talk to him. We'll sort this out.

But, he just turns back to the reporter and answers for the both of us. He even smiles.

A few times since we returned from the Games, I wondered if I hadn't lost my hearing again. When we walked back that final mile to District Twelve, I was constantly checking to see whether or not he was talking to me.

But, then, why would I hear the Mokingjay's cries?

Why would I hear the Mokingjay's cries and not the soft, melodic voice of the boy next to me?

Hearing is a vital part of survival for me. I'm sure, if I'd ever lose my hearing completely… I'd probably go insane. I can't keep track of how loud my feet stamp through the ground, how deep my breathing has gotten, where my friend is or where my predators are.

But now… this silence from Peeta?

I don't know why, but… these days, I find myself wishing I did lose my hearing back in the Games.

Then I'd have a reason to feel like this.

To feel like I want to die.


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