So this is an epilogue. I'll admit not much happens in the first chapter but you gotta start somewhere! Some classic Peeta and Katniss sweetness going on(; So puhhlease read to the end and let me know what you think.

I roll over and sense his absence. My eyes open sleepily and I stretch my arms, yawning. I look out the window of our room and see the sun rise. A gorgeous orange, his favorite color. I smile slightly as the memories resurface of the time he first told me that. It felt so long ago, and it was. Nearly, fifteen years ago we sat on those train tracks heading for the Victor's Tour.

So much has changed since then, with Gale no longer in my life, my mother gone and Prim...the list goes on and on. I miss them all terribly of course, but Peeta has helped me let them go. He helps me remember the good times and the positive things about them, not their horrid, tragic deaths.

I look down at the ring on my finger. He had the pearl he gave to me in the Quarter Quell set in a bronze circle that I wear always. Always. We had a small wedding and the toasting of course. We didn't really care much about the ceremony, we just wanted to be married. And now we are, almost 15 wonderful years.

A memory is brought to the front of my mind, "You could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him," said Haymitch.

And he was, is right. I don't deserve his unfailing love for me, how he provides for me, always knowing what I need. I used to question it all the time. I even brought it up once to Peeta.

"I don't deserve this."

"What?" he asked.

"You," I replied simply.

He cupped his hand under my chin and tilted my face up towards his. "You're wrong. I almost killed you on several occasions."

He must be trying extra hard to cheer me up because he hates talking about that. When he was hijacked. When he was convinced I was a mutt trying to kill him, to kill everyone.

"Stop," I whisper at the painful memories. I close my eyes trying to shut them out but they rush to my mind too quickly. Peeta trying to choke me. Peeta commenting about Annie. They all start playing in my mind and I can't do anything to stop them. It was an awful place without Peeta. The real Peeta that is. Without his love for me, I barely survived. Sometimes, he still has episodes but they aren't as bad and they normally pass quickly.

When I become aware of my surroundings again, Peeta is gently pressing his lips against mine. He pulls back when my eyes flutter open.

"I don't deserve to be able to love you," he says quietly as he brushes a stray hair and tucks it behind my ear. That made me feel better. Pretty much anything Peeta says makes me feel better.

I hadn't brought it up again since then because I hadn't felt the need to. I felt reassured. I believe we don't deserve most things in life. The good and the bad. Well, okay yes sometimes the bad.

I toss the covers off my legs and throw on some clothes. I descend the the stairs and peek in the kitchen. Now there's a surprise. Normally Peeta is in there making breakfast. He'll smile up at me from the stove and say "Good morning, beautiful". I used to fight that comment but I have learned to accept it. He would say it wether I liked it or not and it would probably give him slightly more satisfaction if I didn't like it.

I grab a thick wooly sweater hanging by the door and slip it on. I step out onto the porch and breath the fresh crisp air. It is March, the month where the weather can never make up its mind. It seemed to choose cold today. Not unbearable cold but a refreshing cold. I wrap the sweater tighter around me and tip toe around the corner of the house.

He sits there, blond hair glowing in the early morning sunlight. I see his hands moving precisely over over a sheet of paper. Peeta must be sketching the glorious sight. He is so focused on his work he doesn't hear me walk up behind him. The dew on the grass feels cold on my bare feet.

I stay behind him for a minute admiring his work. The way his tan hands move across the page so effortlessly creating the scene before him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lightly kiss his cheek.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he says.

I can see only the profile of his face but I can tell he is smiling. I brush my hand across his rough sketch, "It's beautiful."

"Wait until I get some color on there," he says thoughtfully. An intense look comes over his face as he envisions the ending image. I watch his blond eyelashes as he blinks then I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"What is your favorite color?" I say with a hint of a laugh.

"Orange," he replies with a smile that shows his brilliant white teeth.

"Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say in a pretend shocked voice.

"A bit more muted...more like sunset," he says. He is laughing now, being reminded of the fond memory when we agreed to be friends.

"I can see it now," I whisper in his ear, smiling as well.

Hopefully updating tomorrow, but no promises. Reviews would be greatly appreciated give me your thoughts and what you think I could do better as well as any ideas you might want me to try. Please review it takes like less then a minute and gives me motivation. Anyway...if you read all this I love you to death! Muahhh

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