"Together," breathed Katniss.
Together they brought they're hands,full of nightlock, up to their mouths.
"Stop, stop" shrieked Claudius, but it was too late. Katniss's cold body lay sprawled across the cold Cornucopia. The stain-less steel shimmered against the noon sun. The confetti rained down onto the arena, the lush foliage to his right, and to his left were the dry yellow fields spotted with multi-colored confetti.
"Congratulations," boomed Claudius's voice,"you are the lucky winner of the 74th annual Hunger Games!" Lucky. Peeta could use millions of words to describe his emotions right now, but lucky didn't really make the cut. Slowly Peeta pushed Katniss's dark brown hair from her forehead, and closed her dark brown eyes.
"There," Peeta thought, "Now it just looks like she's sleeping." With a heavy pain in his chest he arose from her side, and watched as a hovercraft materialized out of thin air and carried Katniss's limp body up and away.
After three months of being away from home he was finally going back. But it didn't feel right, Katniss wasn't there by his side like she was when they left home. He felt, ashamed almost, to be home without Katniss. How would the district react? After all, if it wasn't for her Peeta wouldn't be there at all. Slowly the train pulled to a stop in front of the station where all of district 12 stood waiting for their new victor to arrive. Carefully he made his way down to the crowd where he was embraced by chaos. People were hooting and hollering, engulfing him with hugs, and smothering him with kisses. But he was only given a curt nod from Prim, her mother, and Gale, their eyes puffy and red from crying.
As the months dragged on, Peeta built up the courage to talk to the Everdeens. On the day of the reaping, Peeta left Victors Village and headed toward the Seam. Tentatively, he knocked on the door and an uncertain Prim opened the door in her reaping outfit.
"Come in," Prim whispered softly.
"Im sorry," gushed Peeta, once Prim and her mother gathered around the table with him. "Its my fault she's dead. I should have let her shoot me, I shouldn't have let her take care of me in the games. And I cant live knowing that she's gone because of my stupid argument with Cato"
"Peeta," cooed, "its not your fault she's gone, and last time I checked it was your argument with Cato that postponed her death"
In the corner Prim wiped her eyes and sniffed.
"Come on lets get to the reaping," Peeta abated as he held out his hand.
when they reached the square there were only two names in the bowl, while the second was empty. They were picking past victors to go in for the Quarter Quell.
"Well," Effie's voice projected through the microphone, "lets start with the men, shall we?" slowly she drew one of the two names from the bowl.
"Peeta Mellark." Peeta, not surprised at all, greeted the stage like an old friend.
"Now," Effie conveyed every word like it pained her, "it has been brought to our attention that there are no current, living female victors in District 12. After thorough discussion we have come to the conclusion of who our tribute will be.
"Our female tribute from district 12 shall be," deliberated Effie, "Primrose Everdeen."