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Part 1

I made sure to keep quiet; the deer not far from me leaned down to take another bite of whatever it was eating. Looking at my arrows once more I turned around to where I was in sight, aiming and letting go of the arrow which was knocked down by a small boulder. I turned around; anger controlled my face as I saw a young male walking my way with a smirk on his face. "Peeta! That was my last sh—" He put his hand up to my mouth till I was quiet before taking his hand away, leaning down and placing his lips upon mine for a brief moment before walking away. I glared in his direction, annoyed and flabbergasted at the same time. Turning around to where I was only moments ago, I leaned over, grabbing my bag and walked off after him to see where he was going. I was still angry, but when I saw him laying there, looking at me with his delicate blue eyes. He motioned for me to sit beside him, which I hesitated with, but I took a seat and smiled ever so slightly when he pulled me into his arms until my head was on his chest.

It had been two months since our return. Two months and this was the first time…Peeta had actually talked to me. It was a delicate relationship, we saw each other from time to time and we would of course smile and wave….and occasionally the kiss or two but to actually interact was something that shocked me. Even more shocking was the fact that I was actually laying near him once more. The District 12 people of course noticed us more after the win, greeting us, smiling…sometimes we got free food. But since they believed our love was True (Even now) we continued to get free things.

"Peeta, I—" I was stopped once again, his eyes meeting mine. "I missed you…this. We can't pretend it never happened, Katniss. We just can't, I refuse to do it. It meant something to me…that night when we kissed…and it still means something to me now as well." His voice calmed me. I don't know why it calmed me so much but it did.

All I could do was nod, giving him what he wanted. I didn't bother to move from him though. I couldn't. I looked to where he was, looking up every once in a while to see if he was looking at me. Every time I saw him looking forward though I kept getting more curious. "Peeta." finally my voice came through. "I need to go." I moved away from him though I knew I didn't want to go. I gathered my stuff, getting ready to walk away when his hand grabbed my wrist. "Meet me here, same time tomorrow. Alright?"

I gave him a small nod before I walked away back into the woods. I was tempted to run after Peeta. To follow him back to where he's been hiding. To yell at him for leaving me confused and worried. But I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't because I knew that I was doing the same thing as well. I knew that it was partly my fault.

I kept my head down as I walked through the woods, making sure to keep my eyes and ears open for anything strange. It was a lot harder to be in the woods than it was before Peeta and I won the Hunger Games. It was a lot harder because like Haymitch said, I showed up the Capital which earned me respect from the Districts, but the Capital was a different story. They kept their word on the winnings but they also decided to punish me by putting out guards. So it was risky, but I knew the perfect time and spot to sneak into the woods.

Gale...I missed Gale. Yes he and I spoke, I talked to him about the Hunger Games, what had happened between Peeta and me. I didn't know why I told him though considering that I felt as though I didn't owe him anything. But I explained it to him. Since then, he's been pushing me away from him. We still talk, but hunting seems to be a different story. We haven't hunted together, not since before the Games. I shook my head. Mumbling to myself couldn't have been the healthiest thing to do but it was all I could do.

At home I had to be strong for Prim again. My mother hasn't tuned out again, if she had I wouldn't have forgiven her as easily as I had the last time. But she's been called out a lot to give medical advice to people around the Seam. They need her help, which varied from burns to minor cuts to fevers. I don't know why they called her for stuff like that but they did.

Once again I shook my head, my mind tracing back to Peeta and his boldness. Peeta? Bold? I never knew he could be both of those together. I felt the anger radiating through my body once more. He had the guts to come out of nowhere after two months...I kicked the tree out of anger. I couldn't cry. No. I had no reason to cry. I would see Peeta tomorrow, and I felt a little part of me actually feel excited.

My feet went from walking, to jogging, to full on running since the sun was slowly going down I had to get home, and fast. The guards would be guarding the opening of the fence in less than 10 minutes. I ran, my heart quickened. It was scary, the only other time I felt my heart pound this much was when I was in the Hunger Games, running away from the flames. Or when I heard the cannon go off because Rue had passed. Or when I found Peeta and realized he was alive and safe with me. Now...now I felt it once more. The only difference was that I could run home. Run back to Prim, and I didn't need to worry about having other Tributes chasing after me.

I continued to run, getting myself under the fence that was still broken, my pack being held by one arm as i swung the other while running. Once in the Seam I went from running, to jogging, to walking at a steady pace.

Peeta. I wanted to find him and I wanted to hit him over and over again. I didn't understand why my thoughts continued to go back to Peeta, but they did. Even when I reached the safety of my home they didn't seem to fade. I was angry, that was certain. "Katniss?" For a minute I thought it was the little voice in my mind speaking to me. "Katniss" There it was again. I felt tiny arms circle my waste which snapped me out of my anger and thoughts immediatley. Prim. "Katniss, are you okay?"

Prim was 12. She had dirty blonde hair with hazel eyes. She was my little sister, and also the only one I had ever loved before I met Rue or started to gather feelings for Peeta. She was the one I volunteered to save. In a way, I owed her a thank you.

"Katniss, are you alright?" she looked at me concerned. It was a change of events and I didn't blame her for looking at me with fearful eyes. I was usually great at hiding my emotions from others, but today with all of these different emotions attacking me at once, had caused some to slip onto the surface of my face. "I'm fine." I gave her a smile before wrapping my arms around her back. "How are you little Duck?" I still didn't give up on the nickname I had given to her.

"Katniss. I was told to give you this." she whispered, her voice low. It was always low, as if she was scared of anything and everything. "What do you have, Little Duck?" I look into her hands and see a letter. I take it from her which gives her time to slip away.

Once again I push away the emotion, hiding it. I look down at the letter reading 'Katniss' right on the front. I was confused. A letter for me? This was new.

My eyes concentrate on the letter in my hands. I have two options and both of the options are what I want to do. I want to both open it, because my curiosity spiked, and to also throw it in a fire and act as if I never received anything so the person who had given this to Prim could come and confront me. My mind started to focus on one thing. If Prim took the letter from this person, he or she was not a stranger. She wouldn't have taken it from a stranger.

I walk over to the bed that Prim and I share. I hold the letter in front of my eyes; it wasn't a mystery that I wanted to open it. But, I was being cautious. I didn't know if I should give in or not. I didn't know what to think of this situation considering that it was the first letter I've received in a while. The last one was when my father died. Now that thought got me thinking of the worst which made the urge to open it even greater. So I did.

The paper cut I received from trying to open the letter stung, but only for a few seconds. It stung a lot less then the needle I received when they put the tracker inside all of the tributes arms. Looking at my right arm, the memory made me shiver inwardly. Using my lips as a blanket, I covered the wound. I pull my finger away and lift the flap of the envelope, pulling the small letter out from it. 'Katniss' it read right on the front. Finally, I open it all the way my eyes darting for the first words.

Katniss,

There was nothing else written, just my name and a squished, dried up water lilly.

There it was, that familiar feeling of anger radiating through my body ready to explode at any minute. I wanted to know who it was. This wasn't a joke to me, but clearly it was to the sender. I ripped the letter up and threw it into the small fireplace we had.

I heard the door open allowing the voice of Prim speaking to mom to enter. I stood up from the seat I had near the fireplace. I walk out and kiss Prim's head. I was still angry and when my mom looked at me with those eyes, those eyes which asked me silently if I had gotten supper tonight they caused more anger to radiate inside of me. But when Prim's eyes looked up at me as well I couldn't help but smile. "Guess what Little Duck? I got some fresh rolls." I saw Prim's smile which instantly took away the frustration I had. "Really, Katniss? You got Rolls?" she didn't bother to ask how. She gave up on that a while ago since my answer was always the same 'Don't worry about it'.

Placing the two rolls onto the table I take a seat when my mom's eyes snap in my direction. "They're for you two. I had mine already," a lie. It's become so easy because I have to lie about some of the things that happened in the Capitol behind the cameras. "Come on little Duck, eat up." I sat there though. I knew if I left the table mom and Prim would hesitate in eating.

Prim. I could ask her about the letter who gave it to her and such. But, I didn't want her to know that I didn't know. It might cause a reaction i'm not prepared to handle. So I don't bother, just keep quiet. My mother spoke to me, not a lot but she spoke about the work she completed today. Change. That's what all of this was. That was the Capitol's way of punishing me. Changing my life dramatically to a point where I just wasn't used to it. I didn't answer my mom but took Prim's hand when she finished. "I'll tuck you in, Little Duck." I walked her to the room, watching her change and slide into bed. I sat beside her, running my hand through her hair. The words of her favorite song escaping my lips.

Deep in the Meadow,

Under the willow, A bed of Grass
A soft green pillow, Lay down your head
and close your sleepy eyes, And when again they open the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

It was the furthest I had gotten into the song before Prim fell asleep. Usually she would be out after the first verse. I kissed the top of her head gently before laying down myself.

Tomorrow I go and see Peeta.

The sun was acting like an annoying fly today. Anywhere I turned to get away from it, it beat me and the beams of light found their way back into my eyes. That meant I had to get up. I kept my eyes closed, my hand moving beside me in search of Prim. I didn't feel her there which caused my eyes to snap open. Mom or Prim weren't there. Panicking I stood up, my voice raspy "Prim!" I didn't bother calling out to my mother. I only cared for Prim right now. "Prim!" I look around desperatley, putting my shoes on to run out when a note caught my eye.

It was as if the week was out to get me. I felt nothing but anger this week. Anger which had led to frustration. Prim went to help mom. I should have remembered that. Prim told me earlier that morning when she woke me. I crumpled the paper, adding it to the shreds from last night. Both now lay in the fireplace which made me feel much better.

Peeta. I remember now the events that kept me from sleeping until early this morning. I get to go and see Peeta today... and I was scared. I convinced myself that the only reason I was getting ready to go hunting was because I had to put dinner on the table tonight. But that wasn't true. We had free food for a year, I only got meat because I could trade it in for things that Prim enjoyed.

I left. The path I usually took to go to the "electric" fence would be clear in a few minutes, so I walked slowly. It took me ten minutes to get to the area and as I predicted it was empty of guards. I ran across, bending down and entering my usual area.

Gale. This was our area. Mine and Gale's and I felt disgusted meeting Peeta here. Gale would be mad if he knew. But, it's not as if I had shown this area to Peeta. Actually, he did a great job of finding this out all on his own. But it felt wrong, Gale and I met here. It was our safety zone, our safe place. We felt comfortable enough to joke and smile. Smiling, another thing that seemed impossible now-a-days. Smiling seemed like more work than hunting.

I grab my arrows from their new hiding place. It wasn't the log anymore because I couldn't risk it. No one came here but Gale and I...and Peeta. But, it was risky since Capitol guards were nosey. I moved them down by the small pond and hid them in a hole I had found. I used a rock to cover the opening.

I placed the arrows onto my back and carried the bow with me. No deer today, typical. I was going to make Peeta pay for that. I could hear the birds though, which would be more than enough to sell. So, I get my bow ready, aiming it for one of the birds and let the arrow fly,missing. It took a moment to sink in that my arrow missed. I had actually missed. I watched all the birds fly away, my chance of catching one slim to none now. They wouldn't rest anywhere close to here since I threatened their space. Gale would have laughed.

Walking over, I lifted the arrow up and put it back into my quiver. Peeta and Gale were clouding my mind. I couldn't hunt until I dealt with Peeta. So, I walked towards the clearing that Peeta had been at just yesterday. A part of me hoped he would back out and not show up, but another part of me wanted him to be there. Which part held more control of me? That was hard to decide.

A sigh of relief and disappointment escaped my lips when I reached the clearing and Peeta was nowhere to be found. 'Liar,' I thought to myself. He hadn't kept his promise but inside I wasn't sure if I wanted him to. I took a seat in my spot. The spot I always sat in when Gale was with me. I rested my arrows beside me with my bow and for the first time in a while, I laid down letting the tall grass that surrounded me hide my body fully.

"Why are you crying?"

There it was, that stupid voice inside of my head. I reach my fingers up to find the voice was right. I am crying. I had to run through all of the reasons I was upset in my mind so I could choose the appropriate one to blame for my tears.

"Why are you crying?" There it was again. I hated that voice. I felt like it was mocking me. It probably was. I lifted my hand, whipping all of the tears but they kept on falling.

"Katniss..." I felt arms circle my waist from behind causing me to jump and turn to see who it was. So it wasn't the voice inside of my head it was,"Peeta."

Peeta's body was warm, and I found myself snuggling into him. Why wasn't I fighting back? Why wasn't I hitting him and yelling at him? I missed him, which was why. "Katniss, I promised I would come... Did you think I lied?" a small hint of shock was in his voice.

"No," it wasn't a lie, which was shocking. It seemed as if I couldn't stop lying. "Peeta, you have a lot of explaining to do," I whispered. I felt like my voice would give out if I tried to speak properly.

"I'm sorry." He ran his fingers up my arm, settling them onto my shoulder. "I'm sorry about the last two months. I'm sorry for ignoring you, avoiding you. Katniss, I've missed you." He was sorry. I could tell by his voice. I didn't know how to react though. I couldn't forgive him when he was the one who begged me on the train, begged me not to ignore what had happened. So, I decided not to ignore it and then he went off and ignored me, and acted as if I didn't exist. I lost my best friend over him.

"Peeta, it isn't as easy as 'I'm sorry,' you know?" I didn't know if I was trying to convince him or me. I felt like his eyes were burning into my skin. "Peeta..." I had to think. I had to say something. I opened my mouth to speak again, but his lips found their way to mine and instead of pushing him off like I should have, I kissed Peeta Mellark back.

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