Author's Note: This is my very first actual story, so reviews are very much appreciated! Any tips of advice I am truly grateful for, so lay it on me! And since this is my first, expect a couple of things to be changing, so you might see deleted chapters, resubmitted chapters, and changes to the story, so brace yourself!

Okay, one thing has changed:

Peeta knows a little bit about the rebellion in the districts. Katniss does not.

Enjoy!

Peeta's POV

I send the final round of bread into the oven as my families supper, and start closing up the bakery early. Everyone in the district is rushing back to their home to watch the mandatory programming on at. Only I, take my time to walk back, knowing that all it is the Capitol showing their desperate, filthy, sick citizens Katniss' wedding dresses for our so called 'wedding'. I heard her prep team come to her home yesterday talking about all sorts of things.

I still haven't forgiven her or talked to her since the Victory Tour where I overkilled my love, while she acted away, pretending to be an innocent girl falling in love with me. I thought what we had in the arena was real. That those kisses were real. That those moments were real. That Katniss loved me. But it was all an act for the Capitol.

I mean, I understand that my life is very important, but I would have sacrificed myself if she didn't have those nightlock berries. I tried to stop her, but I would do anything to be close to Katniss.

But there's a part of me that wants to see her again. See her stunning grey eyes. Her soft brown hair, almost always in some sort of braid. Her olive skin. Her voice. But the other part of me still feels betrayed by what she had done. It was real to me, but to her, it was an act. But now, I don't know what to believe.

I arrive at my home, and fix myself some cheesy buns. Katniss' favorite. I turn on my TV, just wanting the program to be over so I can get some sleep. I see the Capitol seal, then Caesar Flickerman's face blabbing about Katniss' face, and eyes, and all sorts of things that I really don't want to hear. But that all changes when the first photo appears on the screen. She looks stunning. Her hair down, with soft waves. Her skin flawless, with not a single scar or scratch. And the dress. What do I say about it? It's tight but loose, and makes her look long and lean. I barely contain myself from going to Katniss' and reconnecting with her.

I'm about to shut off the TV when Caesar Flickerman tells the audience to not turn off the TV. The attention is then directed to President Snow, opening up a card that says 75. In a sturdy voice, he says:

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest amongst them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

My body reacts before my mind does, and suddenly, I am sprinting to Katniss' house, which is right after Haymitch's, conveniently. When my mind actually catches up, I realize that she is running away because she is the only living female victor from District 12, and is the default female tribute. I call out her name, but there is no response. Haymitch gets me in his house.

"Come with me. We can deal with her later."

"You're not going in the arena. I'll volunteer. I have to protect Katniss." I say, Haymitch not as drunk as I thought he would be.

"I wasn't going to oppose that, but talk about the victor of these games. Ever since she pulled out those berries and did that suicide act, there has been rebellion against the Capitol in way too many districts. And since she was the one who pulled out the berries, they are using her as their mockingjay as they call it. You know, with her pin and stuff," says Haymitch, keeping eye contact with me.

"Let me ask you a question," Haymitch says, while pulling out a small carton full of what I assume is liquor.

"Okay." I say.

"Do you want the games to end forever?" he says, just before taking a drink.

"Yes! Of course! Innocent children are dying for the entertainment of the Capitol! I want them to end now!" I yell in his face, my pain coming out.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Now since the Capitol is in charge of the games, then if the rebellion becomes stronger, the Capitol will be defeated and the games would be over, right? And since I have super awesome psychic powers, I know Katniss would have a big part of this. But if she in these games, which I know she is going to attempt to keep you alive, kills herself trying to keep you alive, then the rebellion will end and the games will continue. And we don't want that to happen, do we? So do you understand, Peeta?" Haymitch concludes, while getting some more alcohol.

I do understand. And it means that I am going to die.

A/N: Please review! If I get 2 by next Sunday, I WILL update, so feel free to review for more chapters. And BTW, 2 from the same author does not count!

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FireBreadandSnares