The days pass by like light summer breeze. The garden is already filled with

flowers,beautiful primroses and daisies in all kinds of shines over our district,

filling my heart with worm are sitting outside, Peeta, Haymitch and I.

Peeta smiles at me, his eyes shimmer as he does. He is so handsome. His hair shines as

the sunlight touches it, could I love him more? No, I don't think that's possible.

You're in a good mood today." he smiles as he passes on the bread.

It's a beautiful day, must be It." I smile back at him,reaching out for more lemonade.

That means hunting, right?" his eyes twinkle as he says It. He knows me so well,

sometimes better then myself. It scares me sometimes, especially because I am not so

good at opening up about my inner thoughts.

Speaking of hunting, sweetheart, I've been waiting for that deer you promised,

about...2 weeks ago." – Haymitch says sarcastically as he gives me a cold look.

Well, sweety, maybe you should try, once you get sober enough to get to the woods."

Peeta starts smiling, and then we all do. Cheerful laughter echoes throughout garden.

I love this rare but unusal, pleasing moments. It reminds me that there's still hope for

us, there's still hope for progress.

Annie sent me a letter, today." And boom, the moment is gone.

Oh, great. Umm,..what did she say?" – I respond to Peeta, trying to pretend like It's a

good thing, because to them It is. But, to me is only a reminder of Finnick, his death

and... well, the Capitol.

I brought It here with me, thought you'd like to hear It." he says not knowing my pain.

Ok let's hear It." Haymitch adds, while pouring a glass of bourbon.

Dear Peeta,

Things are fine here at the Capitol, or The Main District as they call It. But to me, It will

always be The Capitol. Our little Fin is 4 months old now, he's starting to bite everything

that comes near his mouth. His eyes are just like Finnick's, ocean blue. He reminds me so

much of him Peeta, sometimes I think I won't be able to take It, but then again I know I

have to. For him.

I get a little choked up, remembering the conversation Finnick and I had only one year

ago.I remember how he told me he can't wait to become a dad(back in the thirteen), all

the plans he had for him and Any, starting a new life, a family.

Peeta sees I'm in my own world, wondering about something else.

Are you OK Katniss? We can stop if you'd like." he says gently, putting his hand on

mine.

No I'm fine, go on" I say, but he knows I'm a bad lier. He thinks about It for a minute,

but he continues:

But enough about me, how are you and Katniss, and Haymitch. Are you OK, is she OK?

I know how hard It must of been for her, coming back, just to be reminded of all the things

she has lost... especially Prim.

That's It.I can't take It anymore.I run into the house, trying to stop the tears from

falling. But I can't, the wound is still too fresh. I ran into my bedroom, throwing myself

on the bed.I can hear someone running up the stairs,I get up and lock the doors, fast as I

can.I know It's Peeta. He alwasy comes, and I always create a barrier between him and

my emotions. I just can't let him see my cry.

Katniss, are you alright...Katniss?" he asks as he knocks on the door.

I don't respond.I can't, I'll burst into tears if I say a word.

Katniss, It's allright, It's my fault. I shouldn't have read the letter. I'm sorry."

I can hear his voice change, he thinks it's his fault. I can't bear with that.

I walk to the door,and I let him in. It's too late, I'm sobing like a baby now.

Ashamed of my vulnerability, I go back to my bed and I lie down on It.

Hay, It's going to be OK." – he says as he petts my 's comforting, I know he

feels guilty."It's not you're fault. I'm just being a little baby, like always."

How can you say that? Your everything but weak Katniss." he whispers in my ear.

I just feel so lonely sometimes. I get a feeling like this pain... this heartbreaking pain

will never go away."

Of course It won't, Katniss. But the wound will heal, in time. Not completly, but It will

get easier." he takes me in his big arms, and he holds me close.

You'll never live me will you, like they did?" I say through tears, holding him tight.

No, never. I would never live you Katniss."he kisses my forehead.

You promise?" I ask like a little child would ask his mother.

I promise." He looks into my eyes,smiles from ear to ear, and kisses me, like only he

knows how.