This is a Fanfic based on the movie named The Vow starring Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum, try to picture them as K&P please!

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Chapter 1 Peeta's POV

Moments. They come and go every second as the time left in our lives ticks away into the past. I believe that there are good and bad moments. Good moments come occasionally, but bad moments reoccur constantly. Or maybe that's just in my life.

I just got married to the girl of my dreams, and the love of my life, Katniss Everdeen. Except now she's Katniss Mellark, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, we had just arrived back home in District 12, and within a week she no longer remembered me or our marriage. It all started just four days ago, on June 14th...

Four days earlier

Peeta's POV

My eyes snapped open suddenly, my breath is uneven, and my heart's racing. It was just a silly nightmare Peeta, get a grip, I think harshly to my self. My nightmare was about President Snow torturing Katniss right in front of me, while I watched helplessly from inside a inescapable jail cell.

My gaze falls on the most beautiful person in the universe, my wife. Katniss is curled up into a little ball, snuggled up against my chest, her shoulder-length coal black hair absentmindedly curled protectively around Katniss' face. I like when Katniss' hair is down, because it frames her heart-shaped face perfectly adding to her beauty: but usually she keeps it in a simple braid (don't get me wrong, she's still beautiful no matter what she does to her hair, but the braid is kind of boring). I begin to gently push the strands of hair that cover Katniss' face. Soon her eyes open sleepily, and I see those mystical stormy gray eyes that I love so much that it's almost crazy.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," I purr quietly as Katniss blushes.

"Good morning," Katniss says adorably, sitting up and leaning against the headboard of our bed, and rubbing her eyes.

"How did you sleep," I ask as I sit up and wrap my arms around her shoulders.

"Good, what about you," Katniss questions curiously.

"Not too well."

"Do you want to talk about it Peeta?"

"Um...well, President Snow was torturing you, and I was locked in a cage forced to watch," I whisper shakily.

"Well that's not real, cause I'm fine," comforts Katniss.

"I know that now," I say as I press my forehead up against her fore head, and we both close our eyes.

We stay in this position for a while, listening to each other breath. Finally I pull away and stare into her eyes.

"I love you babe, but I need to go to work," I say, breaking the calm silence.

"Okay, I love you too," Katniss says as she gets up off the bed and leaves to go downstairs.

I get up cautiously, and walk over to my dresser and dress in a simple jeans and a white t-shirt. I put on socks as I walk over into the bathroom. Once inside, I grab the brush and untangle my blonde curls. I brush my teeth, turn off the lights and head down the stairs. When I reach the kitchen, I find Katniss buttering a slice of toasted bread.

"Good bye my little Kitty-Kat," I tell her as I wrap my arms around her too tiny waist.

Katniss turns around, shoots me a cold glare, and talks to me in a stern voice, "Don't ever call me that."

"Okay, I surrender," I call out after I finish lacing my black combat boots.

"Have a nice day honey," Katniss yells jokingly as I shut the door.

Present time

Peeta's POV

That is the last day that my wife remembered who I was, and it also was the last time that I have been happy. Later that day, Katniss fell ten feet out of a tree while hunting and she got a concussion. She has just woken up after being drugged for four days, and she has no idea who I am. And all I can ask myself is what am I going to do?

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