Hi, so this is my first piece on this website, so I hope you don't be too critical if the text looks wrong or something. Just tell me in the reviews and I'll change it. Could anyone please tell me if I should just leave the piece like this, as a one-shot, or continue developing it? The end can be added to but I was going for a one-shot when I wrote this so I might modify it a little if I get more "continue developing it" reviews. I hope you like it and R&R! Hope you have a nice day and thanks for reading!
Together: A Hunger Games FanFiction
"It's done." I say, squeezing the last bright green icing leaf out onto the freshly baked cake. Katniss's birthday cake. Just then, the creaking of the old wooden door distracts me and I stop staring at the cake.
Beautiful humming with a voice tinged with sadness of the past but filled with hope and happiness of the future envelopes my ears. It can only be Katniss, for whom the mockingjays stop singing to listen to. I walk out of the kitchen, almost colliding with her in the process.
"Happy birthday, Katniss Everdeen." I call, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Hi, Peeta. Look what I shot!" Katniss's grey eyes are wide with excitement, practically glowing. It made her look stunning-even more so. I peer at the fresh carcass Katniss has lugged into her house.
"A doe? That's great! Isn't she the first deer you've shot since…Thirteen?' I immediately regret saying it, and murmur "Sorry…I should have been thinking."
Thirteen is what we call President Coin's short rule, since she was the president of District Thirteen. The glow in Katniss's eyes fades away, replaced by immense sadness. She's probably thinking about the nightmares she has every night where she wakes up screaming, the people she's killed, and the many other horrible things that have happened.
I pull Katniss into a tight hug and whisper:
"I'm so sorry for saying that. I'm so sorry for everything." She clutches me tighter until her nails dig into my back, but I don't mind. She's Katniss, after all. I've loved her my whole life. I'm not so stupid to say something like "Everything's going to be okay." Because it's not true. We're never going to be okay; not ever. But together we'll make it through.
So I release my hold on her and touch her arm, signaling for her to follow. I stride to the kitchen and open the door, nodding my head at the cake.
"It's beautiful," breathes Katniss. I admire the cake; a miniscule chocolate version of District Twelve's forest.
"Thank you, Peeta. I love you." Katniss whispers.
"I love you too Katniss. Happy nineteenth birthday" I smile as she stares at the cake in awe. I just want to make her happy.
We'll make it through, like we always do.
So once again, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my piece. I hope to hear from you guys (and gals :D) whether I should leave it as a one-shot or write further. R&R! Bye! ^_^
-ThePsychedelicBookworm