Chapter 1
Peeta:
The memories are back. Both the good ones and the bad ones. I realized weeks ago that I really did love Katniss, and it wasn't just a show for the cameras. At least not for me, but I still don't know what it was to Katniss. Does she love me or doesn't she? It's a question I've asked myself for a long time and the answer is all I'm looking for now.
I tried to make myself ask her the day she came out of her house and saw me planting primroses in memory of her little sister, Prim, but I realized that it wasn't a good time. She'd lost Prim; the thing she cared about the most, and that was a wound beyond the repair of medicine. How could I ask her at a time like that? I would only make things harder for her. She lives alone since her mother stayed in the Capitol to help care for wounded because District Twelve brought back too many bad memories. The loss of her husband, and now the loss of her precious daughter, was too much pain for her to bear.
But she's not like Katniss, who could bear the weight of such pain; she even lost her best friend Madge in the bombing of Twelve. And yet she still returns to the place were all the memories linger. And that's just one of reasons I love her. Her strength one of them but the beauty within as well as out is what caught my eye the first time I saw her. I'm finishing planting the flowers in her yard when I see the curtains of Katniss's house move. At first I think its Katniss, but then I see a cat on the inside of the windowsill. Buttercup, I say to myself, a smile on my face. Katniss had once told me that she had tried to drown him in a bucket because she said he was ugly and just another mouth to feed. But after we came back, she's been taking care of him. I stand and wipe my forehead, Done, I think. It was very tiring work, but if it makes Katniss happy, I'm perfectly fine with doing it for her.
I knock on the door to tell Katniss the flowers are finished if she wants to look at them. But instead of Katniss, Greasy Sae open the door. "Hello Peeta," she says, "Anything I could do for you?"
"Where's Katniss?" I ask, with maybe a little too much concern in my voice.
"In her room resting," she said with a curious smile on her face. "Would you like to go up and see her?
"Sure," I say, thinking that I might not have a reason to see her later.