A/N: So yeah...Peeta!

Disclaimer: Uh, duh! This is a disclaimer, what do you think it's for?

A picture is worth a thousand words. It's silly really. But sometimes, deep inside, I wish I had a picture. To show them. So I don't have to keep telling them. Explaining. Remembering. Maybe that's why I paint. To show what I see in my head, what I feel. But it's terrible. That people have to see those things. Those terrible horrors from the Games. Maybe I'm just selfish. For wanting to get all of it out of my head. Make it someone else's problem.

Katniss is so lucky. I would love to have nighmares. After all, you only have to worry about them at night. Me, I'm followed everywhere I go. By these images in my head. And Katniss - she hardly seems affected by it all. Like she can ignore it. Push it aside. But she does have a lot to think about. Usually, more than she cares to tell me. Oh, well. Stress, I suppose. She is the face of the rebellion. And I'm just Peeta.

That's another thing. She's Katniss the Hero, the strong one, the unstoppable force. And I'm Peeta, the lovebird. Deep down, I know Katniss really won the Hunger Games. And I just tagged along for the ride. I'm Weakling Peeta. It's fine though - as long as it keeps us alive. I'll play my part. I only wish Katniss knows it's not just a part. Although, I think she's starting to see. To see what I mean. Why I do what I do.

Because a picture is worth a thousand words.

But - I think - a pearl is worth a thousand pictures.