A/N Hey fanfictioners!

First of all, thank you to my first 5 reviewers for last chapter: Madeline-Barrett, Shelbie, Lizzie, Gar-chan, and mimi55337. It's you guys that keep me writing more chapters :D Remember- if you are NOT an anonymous reviewer and review, I'll reply to it and give you a free pack of virtual Skittles! YAY! Please, please, please review! I love y'all that favorite and alert- but reviews are awesome.

I also am interested in beta reading- but since I don't feel like writing five stories, I'm gonna try to make it to 6,000 words or whatever it is. If you are interested in me beta reading a story, PM me or tell me in a review :D

Based on the song She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. Love that song! Listen now!

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I do not own anything- Suzanne Collins does, okay?

Dedicated to one of my best friends, let's call her Professor Seed. She is my writing partner, and she's helped me improve so much over such a short period of time as a writer, a person, and a friend. She's the one person who is truly there for me through bad moods, laziness, and procrastination. I wouldn't be who I am without her. Thank you so much ;)

Peeta Mellark stood in the rain before her. In a woven straw basket lay two loaves of bread, both carrying a tempting aroma. His hair was soaking wet, leaving it a goldeny brown. His apron had pink frosting stains on it, and his hands still had traces of flour on them. His glassy blue orbs were the brightest things Katniss had seen in months.

"Hello, Katniss," Peeta said politely.

Katniss tried to reply, her lips moving but no sound daring to creep out. She motioned into her house absently, as she couldn't leave him standing in the rain. Closing the red door behind her, she led him to the kitchen silently, suddenly aware of what her appearance probably was like.

She looked down at her shabby gray sweatpants and her tattered brown shawl that had once been her Mother's. Of course, her hair was most likely much worse, as it hadn't been washed in two months.

Peeta sat down on the chair and unwrapped two loaves of French bread. He nonchalantly drew out a cutting board and knife and chopped her off a piece. He carefully spread on some butter, and it slowly seeped into the hot bread.

Katniss glanced uneasily at Peeta, reluctant to trust him. Her stomach growled like a beast. Peeta gave her a small, yet encouraging, smile. She wanted to keep to her resolute manner, but hunger overtook her frail body. Her lip quivered as she gently tore off a piece of the hot bread. Biting into the squishy substance, her doubts subsided. The butter melted in her mouth.

"Thank you," Katniss rasped quietly.

"Anytime," Peeta smiled, though this time it was genuine, "So what have you been up to?"

"Nothing." Katniss shrugged tersely.

"Have you gone hunting? Or even in The Woods?"

"Neither. I cannot let anyone or anything else innocent die because of me. The woods is too painful," Katniss replied sadly.

Peeta's eyes glazed over as he nodded absentmindedly. Katniss rested her head on her hands. How did he do it? He had gone through twice what she had, lost everything important to him, yet he was at least trying to forget. She wouldn't ever be able too. After all, she had lost her sweet Prim.

Prim. The name brought tears to her eyes. She inhaled sharply and tried to stay strong, but her attempts were futile. She whispered Prim's name in between small sobs. She wasn't wailing- but the tears still flowed. Images of Prim's body being engulfed in flames flooded her mind.

Suddenly, she felt a warm touch on her shoulder. Peeta's hand stroked her shoulder blade slowly, and she knew she wasn't alone. She clutched her knees as she calmed down, and wrapped her shawl around herself tightly.

"What did you see?" Peeta asked gently.

"Her. She...she was in f-flames," and Katniss began to weep again.

Her arms reached out and grasped his wrist, "I didn't save her!" she wailed.

Peeta stood up and led her like a lost kitten towards the living room. He settled her down onto the sofa and covered her with an old woolen blanket.

Suddenly, Peeta started to shake. Katniss watched as he gripped a nearby chair. His knuckles turned white, and the color drained from his face. His eyes grew wide and he whimpered like a puppy. Needles and sterilizer clouded his vision as he tried to escape from the pain.

Katniss shook him gently from his flashback and into reality. Beads of sweat lined his brow as he panted for air. She handed him her blanket and he rocked himself back and forth, trying to erase the torture.

He gave her a neutral gaze, and she stepped back nervously.

Peeta shook his head, "I won't hurt you, Katniss. It wasn't that kind of flashback."

Katniss sighed in relief, forgetting her own woes, "Are you feeling any better?"

He nodded, and looked out the window at the stars reflecting in the puddles, "It's getting late, I should go. See you soon?"

"Yes, of course," she said, "And Peeta?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the bread."

A/N Wow that was sappy. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry I didn't update until late. I had swim practice. I may or may not update tomorrow, because I have Drama class and a huge test to study for.

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-Redwaves9