Lego House.
This is a fan fiction about the 'growing together' period between Katniss and Peeta before the epilogue. Did you guys feel you were a bit stolen of the love factor in Mockingjay? Cause I did! So yeah this a result of lack of my own romance (so sad but so true), my works consistancy of listening to 'love songs of the 80's' radio station and the beautiful song Lego House by Ed Sheeran, go listen to it, it matches perfectly with Katniss and Peeta at the end of Mockingjay.
Constructive Critisim is advised.
I do not own anything with affiliation of The Hunger Games and Suzanne Collins.
Chapter 1:
I'd been digging up primrose for her... and the memory of the sister which, since I heard the news, I would make sure lived on. I approach her house, when I glance up I see Katniss's eyes boring down onto me from her porch, those same gray eyes which are so clear yet so distorted in my memory. Her expression is conflicted, confused and disgusted then relieved and appreciative. Her hair is matted and her clothes are spine tingling disgusting however she still stands before me as beautiful.
"There for her Katniss" I say and a crocked smiled appears on her face. I shyly look away.
I continue digging and planting the primrose, with the sun on my back, primrose aroma looming and dirt beneath my finger nails I begin to feel whole. Since 13 I hadn't realized how therapeutic the fresh air and sun could really be.
You always take things for granted, don't you? Until they get taken away from you... I muse.
I drift into a flow of thoughts, thoughts of 12… not now, but before the bombing... My family.
I hear footsteps and it's her standing before me, she's clean now hair brushed and wet, skin raw and pink and clothes clean and light. Without a word she joins me, digging and planting. There is a moment though, where our fingers touch when reaching for the garden fork,
Sounds cliche doesn't it? She looked up at me I could sense sadness on her expression, I feel confused... was the sadness for me? or was it for Prim?
What I felt from the touch was longing. Longing for her, longing for our memories and longing for the other memory's to let go from me. Those memory's are still there lurking behind my subconscious ready to submerge to reach out and engulf me in it's twisted reality. Since my initial rescue mission everyday they are pushed back, because the reality I want, the reality with her is much more hopeful.
The sun starts to plunge into the horizon and the last primrose is planted, and again with no words she heads towards her house.
"Katniss!" I plead
she nonchalantly turns around
"Goodnight" I smile at her trying to express my thoughts of her as of late, have only been genuine and kind.
She just stares blankly at me and with a almost inaudible manner "Thanks" then directs me towards the primrose "It helps".
Then continues towards the house.
I just sit back onto my heels steer into the sunset. I am dumfounded, getting our broken lives back together will be longer than I thought.
It will happen though, I will bring her back to me.