The swimming was fun. I am slowly getting the old Peeta back. We slowly talk to each other more and more each day. He paints in his house. I watch as he makes lightly strokes the canvas. "How do you do it?" I ask him. "Do what?" he ask. "Paint out your pain," I say. "I'ts easier to do than just sit and be depressed," He says. I look down, I get a little angry because I did that. Is he referring to me? "I'm not talking about you Katniss," he corrects my thoughts. I look back up to see his painting. I'ts a lone Prim rose. I start to cry. "It's beautiful." I whisper. "It's yours." He says. I hug him. I haven't touched him since the first day I had a bad dream. I linger it on purpose, feeling his strong arms around me. I break apart. He sighs. "It's getting late," I say. "I should be getting home." He nods and walks me down starirs. "Will I see you tomorrow?" he ask. I look into his blue eyes. "Yes." I say. His smile widens. I beam at him. He's coming back to me. the boy with the bread. I walk home. I try not to think of the nightmares to come tonight.
I wake up in another cold sweat. Screaming my head off. Prim was blown to bits. Right in front of me. I cry, and cry. Not knowing what to do. My door bell rings. I walk down stairs to answer it, I forgot some of the towns people moved into some of the Victors Village houses. They must be here to complain. Instead, Peeta's eyes meet mine. "You alright?" he ask. I shake my head. Peeta gives me a hug and we make warm milk. We turn on the t.v . and we watch it. I am falling asleep, the milk has made me so tired. He carries me off to bed, where he tucks me in. He whispers goodnight to me, but I grab his arm. "Stay with me." I say. I'm not that tired. I know what I ask of him. It's not like the time mother gave me sleep syrup. I am fully aware. He thinks about it for a minute before climbing into bed with me. I have no nightmares. He wakes up early for work and leaves, but he kisses my forehead before going. He thought I was sleeping. I get up and start to get ready for the day. I take an extra long shower and I hear Greasy-Sae come in. I step out to smell the eggs and bacon, wishing Peeta was here to enjoy the meal with me. I walk downstairs for a pleasent surprise. Haymitch. "Well sleeping beauty has woken from her slumber," he says. "Why don't you join us?" he says. I take a seat. It's my house, I should be asking him why he is here, but I am going to be nice today and hold my tongue. "We saw Peeta leave your house," he says. I blush. "So he was here, did you you gus-" I cut him off. I am disgusted. "No! Haymitch we didn't, now if you excuse me, I'm going hunting today." I say stomping upstairs. I hear him say something as I go. "Hmmm, so they did." Greasy-Sae laughs and I roll my eyes. I hate Haymitch today.
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The day goes by slow. I hunt a while and get into my old self again. Part of me wishes Gale wa here to help me. I bring down a deer today. I walk into town, and hand the meat to Greasy-Sae. She smiles. "Someone's back." I smile at her and tell her I will see her tomorrow. I don't have anything to do. I go home, walk around, clean up a bit. I refuse to go in Prim's old room. I bet the dust is horrible in there. I am dusting the shelves until a book falls down. The book of all the people I love. I quickly put it back up and put the duster away. I need to get out of here. The flashbacks hunt me. I run out of my own home. I go to the bakery. Peeta takes orders. Girls smile at him. I find myself a little jealous. Peeta is mine, well sort of. I go up to him. "Katniss, nice to see you, can I get you anything?" He ask giving me a wide smile. "Nothing, I just needed to see you," I say shyly. I needed to get my mind of the dead. He smiles. "Blane, take the counter, I have something to do." He grabs my hand and we go in the back. "I'm going to teach you how to make your favorite dish." He says. I smile. This will get my mind off anything. We have so much fun. I kneed the dough as he turns on the oven. We laugh and talk. After we get done, I am covered head to toe in flour. "I am a horrible baker." I say with a laugh. He laughs too. "Maybe you can teach me how to hunt." He says. I smile. "It's a date."
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I go home after my afternoon of fun with Peeta. All the sorrow I had is gone. All that is left is a smile. I haven't smiled like this since Prim was alive. I go home and take a shower, wash all the flour off. Night comes soon, and I'm so happy from today, I have no nightmares. I actually wake up happy, I even sleep until ten. I hear Greasy-Sae frying bacon. I slip on my robe and head downstairs. "Good morning." I say with a smile. Haymitch and Greasy-Sae stop what there doing. "What you say to me sweetheart?" he ask. "Goodmorning?" I say. What's wrong with that? Then I realize, I never really say anything, let alone takes a flask out and drinks it down. "Your scaring my sweetheart." he says. I finish my breakfast and get my hunting jacket. I take my bow and arrow out. I am in the zone, shooting 4 rabbits, a wild turkey and a wild hog, I got him from being in a tree. "Wow, thats a lot of meat." I hear. I turn around and smile. "Hi Peeta." I say. I turn back around. Then I do a double take. "Peeta?" I ask. He laughs. We sit and I teach him about the bow, and how to shoot. I eye a rabit. "Now, it may be trick at first, but I think you can get him," I whisper. He nods and takes the shot. He gets him in the body, not a clean eye shot, but pretty good for a beginner. "Peeta that was great!" I say. "I wasn't that good." he brushes it off. He comes closer to me. I search his eyes. No tracker jacker eyes in sight. Then it happens. I kiss him.