Bodies, so many bodies. That is what's always present in my nightmares. It's been almost a year since the war. The games are gone for good, the arenas destroyed, the memorials built, everyone is slowly moving on, everyone except me.
I don't hunt anymore I hardly eat or sleep. If it weren't for Greasy Sae I wouldn't eat at all, she keeps me informed too. As for the nightmares there is nothing I can do because I've only ever known one cure to them- Peeta. Peeta, my all, my lover, my only hope, and for a brief amount of time – my friend.
Peeta reopened his family's bakery and is doing good- at least that's what Sae told me, I'm happy for him , or as close to happy as I can get. At least one of us is healing. Haymitch went back to his usual self – a drunkard. He still comes over every once in a while, to check on me and every time he does he tries to convince me to go hunting. He should know by know that it's useless.
"Good morning .''says Sae as she walks through the door interrupting my thoughts, her granddaughter quietly walking beside her. Her mother died in the bombing. Sae begins cooking and I just sit in the armchair staring at the fire. Then I smell it- bread freshly cooked bread , the only thing that comes to mind is : Peeta .