Hello c: This is my first piece that I've published on here, so I'm in a mix of excitement and nervousness. I tried to capture the emotion of Peeta during the last part of The Hunger Games (which I am currently re-reading for the 3rd-and not last-time). Sometimes when I think of the way that Peeta felt here, I need a wagon to pull my uncontrollable emotions in. I may add on to this. This section is basically a re-cap told through Peeta's POV and with my own little intro. So it doesn't really showcase my sprawling imagination. I think I need a disclaimer or something here? I do not own Peeta (although I wish I did), pita, Katniss, The Hunger Games, (although I do own two copies of the series. digital and hardcover), Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Suzanne Collins, or human emotion.

Fire can be beautiful, mesmerizing, tempting. As you watch it glow and dance effortlessly in front of you, you forget that it's out of your grasp. And if you do try to touch it, you'll only get burned. The girl on fire blazed through my world and I stood helpless as I watched everything I had—or thought I had—crumble in my hands and turn to ash.

"But you knew what he wanted you to do, didn't you?" My voice came out soft, despite the sharp reality. Her eyes flitted down as she bit her lip, her silence saying more than words ever could. As her hand fell out of mine, she took a subtle step back. Bitter numbness filled me with every shuddering inhale.

"It was all for the Games, how you acted," I said slowly, each word coming out shaking. Beneath it was the tenderness of a child.

"Not all of it," she said, but it was now apparent that her emotions were as transparent as everything I thought I knew.