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Chapter 2
I woke up cuddled in my duvet, and I almost instantly knew why I had ended up here and knowing partially how. I sat up, and other than the initial feeling of dizziness I felt rested and well.
I headed towards the shower and gazed into the mirror, my eyes were still puffy from waking only a few minutes ago, but otherwise I looked fine. I noticed the gash in my head from falling, and relaxed when I realised that it was healing well, not yet scabby but not juicy or bloody either.
I undressed and showered, running my fingers through my hair, I remembered my last episode. I ran through the turn of events, from the spring breeze to the fainting, to my awaking. My mind froze on a particular memory, his blonde hair.
Without a moment of doubt I knew who that person had been, the person who no matter what has happened or happens, will always be there to look out for me, with this a wave of guilt passes through me.
Peeta.
How many times could I say that I'd been there for him? Not many.
About twenty minutes later, I had stepped from my front door, my mind not even wandering to the primroses that had unsettled me so much on my last trip out.
I soon found myself knocking at Peetas' front door, it felt odd standing there, let alone knocking, after all, it's something neither of us had ever bothered with.
No answer.
I had figured that now, in the late morning, that he would have nearly finished his baking, and that I wouldn't be interrupting him. Seems there would be nothing to bother today.
I cautiously opened the door, and called out for him, his name catching in my throat.
No reply.
I turned and walked out. Sensing a partly drunken man before I saw him.
"What you doing?" Haymitch asked.
"I was um, just looking for Peeta." I stuttered.
Haymitch must've noticed that we hadn't been spending much time together recently? I can't see how something so obvious as spending time with eachother on a regular basis and then suddenly not, would've escaped his knowledge. I was thankful though, when he didn't pick up on the matter.
"Ah the boy, haven't seen him since yesterday. As for you sweetheart, you are looking slightly better than when I last saw you. Mind you, sleeping for over two days would transform many people, maybe you should try it more often." Haymitch commented.
When did Haymitch see me? Had I really been out for over two days? How did he know? Questions swarmed around my head, and I realised Haymitch's last remark was an insult. Instead of retorting, I walked off, not in the mood for Haymitchs drunken ignorance.
I knew I had to find Peeta, but it dawned on me that maybe I wasn't ready just yet?
No, I told myself, there's no point delaying this. I've missed him, and I'm not denying this, but he needs to know how much I appreciate him looking after me still, and maybe I might have a chance to apologise for not making contact with him earlier. Maybe.
I decided upon a walk into town, which was probably not one of my best ideas considering I've apparently been out for the past few days, but I couldn't stand going back into my empty and lonely house.
I avoided contact with anyone, and kept my head down. I occasionally stopped to look at the new district developments and the rebuilding that was taking place, but I couldn't say I was very interested today.
I called in on Hazelle shortly, I hadn't been hunting recently, so instead I dropped some coins on the table. I was aware Gale was providing for his family, after all he now had a well paid job in one of the big districts, but I still wanted to offer some of my money.
I was thankful to Hazelle, for not bringing Gale up in conversation. Even though myself and Gale weren't mean't to be together; even after everything, the war, Peeta and the death of my sister by the bomb he made... I still missed him, I didn't miss him in a romantic or his kisses sort of way, but I missed him, I missed my hunting partner and I missed my best friend. In some strange way, I think Hazelle understood this.
There was no sign of Peeta when I wandered back to the village, and I didn't bother checking at his house. Instead I sat down at the table in my kitchen, reached out for the phone and rang my mother.
She didn't answer, this was not unusual though, she was working and was very busy at the hospital.
I left a message:
"Hi mum, it's me, Katniss. I, um, hope you're okay and you're, uh, not working to hard..." I paused. "I, I, I, miss you mum. I miss you and I miss..." My voice trailed off, and I was unable to speak. I didn't finish my sentence though, because she would know who I meant, and no doubt she would be missing her too.
"well, I'll speak to you soon."
I hung up, placed the phone back on the hook, and dropped my head into my arms on the table.
I stayed there for a while, not even thinking, my mind blank and emotionless. I let the heat of the day stick to my skin.
The door clicked, I kept my head in my arms, uninterested, it was probably Sae coming to check I was eating properly anyway.
That was, until I felt their eyes upon me, a person stood there in my kitchen door way.
I looked up.
There he was, grave face, staring towards me.
Peeta.
