I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! Enjoy chapter 3 . Also sometimes it's in 3rd person or first person sorry to confuse you.

Peeta

I woke up this morning with a feeling of sorrow and sadness. I haven't been happy in 3 years. It has been 3 years since my best friend left, 3 years since I told her I loved her, 3 years since I saw her laugh, but most importantly, 3 years since I have heard her sing. I miss her. I miss her voice, I miss her face, I miss her heart, I miss everything about her.

I get up from my restless slumber and get ready to go out for the morning. I bring my sketchbook filled with pictures of Katniss, the willow, and the woods, her favorite place. As I walk out of the palace gate, my best friend Finnick greets me.

"Hey blondie," he smiles, "How's it going?" He was everything I wanted to be. Finnick was carefree and all the girls loved him. He looks like a Greek god with bronze hair, tan skin, and emerald green eyes. Most of all, he wasn't filled with sorrow or sadness over loving someone who suddenly left. I still don't know why she left. I loved her, she was my first time, she was my first kiss, and now she is my grief.

"I'm okay Finn, I was going to sketch in the woods," I trail off and start walking. He follows me of course because this kid is not going to leave me alone.

"That's all you do nowadays, sketch, eat, and sleep," he said with an irritated voice. "And all you sketch is a stupid tree and that girl…" I attack him before he could continue. I punch him and pin him to the ground not stopping.

"Don't you ever talk about Katniss that way!" I yell. "If you do I swear I will kill you!"

"Okay dude just get off me you jerk!" he screamed back. I felt bad after attacking Finnick but he deserved it. Katniss was all I had and now she is gone.

I continue walking off towards the fence. I crawl under and walk through the woods to find a perfect sketching subject. I wander for about 20 minutes until I hear and see a Mockingjay singing the Valley Song. It reminded me so much of Katniss and the first time I met her. She was singing the Valley Song to the Mockingjays in the arboretum. Her hair was braided but after the first verse she undid her braid. When she saw me she hid behind a willow tree in the center of the room. I followed her and as she was about to leave, I grabbed her hand and put it against my lips. After that, we were inseparable.

I follow the tune of the Mockingjays until I see a Willow tree in the clearing. It is surrounded by thousands of green pine trees. It was so beautiful and reminded me of our willow tree. I go under its branches and feel them. It is as if I can see her hiding behind the tree. I can still see her hair flowing from behind the branches from when we met.

I was 15 and she was 12 but that didn't stop me. I felt that she had an unknown feeling of maturity when I saw her. And right then and there I knew that she was going to be mine. I go around the trunk and become disappointed. My Katniss, my love, was not hiding behind the tree I looked around and started sketching. After 30 minutes of sketching, I feel someone's eyes on me. I look around and see a small pair of familiar blue eyes watching me. I think that I am hallucinating because a second ago I saw 12-year-old Katniss hiding behind the willow until that little girl falls.

It only takes a second. I get up to go help her but she runs away screaming bloody murder. For being a young girl, she can run as fast as the wind. She weaves through the trees effortlessly yelling and screaming "MAMA!" I try to catch up, but I stop because I have the wind knocked out of me when I hit a branch. Still, I get up and start running again. I look through the thick branches and see the dark waves of hair.

I don't see 1 but 2 sets of dark hair. As I come closer I see her. I rub my eyes just to make sure that it is real. It is my Katniss hugging and singing to the girl who was spying on me. I come out of the thick and into the open. All I see is a giant house in the back with a garden in the front. I look down at Katniss and realize that she is the girl's mother. Then who is the father I thought.

She looks up at me and has a face of pure shock. I think she says "Peeta" but I wasn't sure about it I was just as confused and shocked as she was. Soon after a whole crowd of people show up and she stands up holding her daughter.

"Hi," is all I manage to say. I am still so shocked to see Katniss holding this little girl who is whimpering into her neck. I see her sister Prim, the other girl who worked at the palace with her, her mother, and a strange couple in the background, but no husband or knight in shining armor who could be her daughter's father. Then I come to think of it. I have seen those blue eyes before it is on every single Mellark man in the line of Royalty. Then it hits me out of nowhere. If she doesn't have a husband and those eyes are familiar, then there is only 1 way to rationalize the predicament I'm in. I am this girl's father.