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Chapter 1

I wake up screaming. Again.
It's been months now that we won the rebellion, but I still have those horrible dreams. And i doubt they'll ever leave, they always come back to haunt me.

I yank the covers off my body in frustration, I haven't been able to get a good nights sleep in forever because i wake up every hour of the night, covered in sweat, panting. I pad quietly across the room, grab my housecoat and head towards the door, making sure not to make any noise.

While I make my way downstairs, I see Buttercup sitting at the door, and my heart constricts in pain as I think of my little sister Prim. I shake my head violently clearing all thoughts away from my mind, forcing myself to keep in the tears that are threatening to spill.

Coffee. I need coffee.

I make my way into the kitchen and search the cupboards for a cup. I'm so preoccupied it seems with the idea of making myself a cup of coffee, that i don't hear the front door open & close. I only realize someone else is inside the house with me when I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder. I'm about to jump away when i catch a scent. His. I'd regconize it anywhere. I turn around slowly, and my eyes lock with his.

'' Oh, uh.. Hi Peeta'' I manage to say, my eyes still locked with his magnificent blue ones. '' You okay?'' he asks. God, i hate it sometimes. He can read me like an open book, and it's kind of hard to keep anything from him nowadays.

I don't say anything, instead I nod my head and turn back around, returning my attention to making my coffee. I already know he doesnt believe me, but he doesn't press it, and for that im grateful. He walks across the kitchen,takes the coffee maker and fills it with water. He then goes to the stove and turns on the heater to boil it. I guess i forgot to do that. '' Right '' I say '' thanks.. So you couldnt sleep either?'' I ask. It really isn't much of a surprise, the only way that we both get sleep is if we sleep in eachothers arms.. and well, i'm too much of a coward to ask him for that.

He shakes his head as he leans on the counter. I walk over and sit on the counter top right next to him. I put my head in my hands and groan in frustration. I feel his arms wrap around me and I can't help but wrap my arms around his waist and hide my face in the crook of his neck.
I breathe deeply. I've missed him, terribly. Even if i see him every single day, i miss the way things were. I miss his kisses and his hugs. My eyes start getting heavier and suddenly the coffee pot whistles loudly. Peeta jumps away from me and looks around for the source of the sound. His eyes rest on the pot and he exhales while running a hand through his hair. I jump off the counter top and get another cup.

I poor the boiling water, and add milk and 2 sugar cubes each. I hand a mug to Peeta who thanks me. I grab his hand and bring him over to the couch and sit down, we stare at the fireplace where the burning embers of a dying fire still illuminate the room. We sip our scolding hot coffee in silence, sitting side by side. I look at the clock and realize it's 3:47 am. I finish drinking my coffee an place it on the living room table. Peeta does the same and then pulls me in his arms once again, I don't object because i'm so exhausted and plus i've missed him. The first thing i realize when i'm woken up is the time. Who the hell is knocking at my door at this time? The second thing i realize is that I had no nightmares. I disentangle myself from Peeta's arms slowly, making sure not to wake him. I yank open the door, and my jaw hits the floor with surprise.

It's Gale.

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