****The Hunger Games...Prim's POV***

Before leaving the Justice building for good, I have to make one last stop. Peeta Mellark's room.

Every year, I visit both tributes and talk to them. Be positive, and give them a small little thing for their token.

One year it was a little doll made of hay, which was supposed to be Lady's food, but she had much more as well.

Another year it was a bracelet made of potato skin. It was red, because I made Katniss mash up some berries and dip the bracelet in it.

The tokens were never big. They were never fancy, but they had meaning.

Real, true meaning. Meaning that if you wanted it to, you could look deeper into it and see that I made them myself, and I wanted the tributes to have a piece of home with them.

This year, I had a ring made of leaves from the forest that turned golden in the sunlight and blue in the moonlight.

They were beautiful. I had two, but I forgot to give Katniss a token. My eyes filled with tears at the very thought.

At least Peeta would have one.

I tell Mother that I'll be right out, and she nods.

I walk into the room because his Father had just left.

"Peeta? Hello. My name is Primrose Everdeen, which I'm pretty sure now everyone in District Twelve knows by now." I chuckle, but there's no humor in the sound.

He looks up, and sees me standing there awkwardly. " I-I-I'm so sorry." He says. Silent tears find their way down his face.

This was confusing...why was HE apologizing?

"No, don't be...I-It's my fault, not yours." I put my small hand on his shoulder.

He grins, but it's forced. I can see it. "Not for my dying. Katniss will come home, don't worry."

My eyebrows make a little "V."

I didn't understand. If it wasn't about Katniss, then why was he apologizing?

He sees my expression and his forced smile turns the ever slightlest bit real."There won't be anymore cakes for you anymore."

I think of this and smile slightly. So he had noticed a pair of sister from the Seam, the younger one dragging the older one to the Bakery.

But really, who could blame them? The cakes were beautiful, exquisite. Only someone with talent could do that.

"You have talent. One day, you could be an artist. A painter. Anything creative is your forte." I'm trying to cheer him up and it's working.

He smiles modestly. "You know, my mother has given up hope on me all together. She came before my dad, and wow! She was just so unsympathetic! She said that since I won't be here to ice the cakes, she'll just get rid of them altogether."

I nodded, she was really mean. And yet,, the baker himself was kind and caring. Katniss always said so.

Suddenly, I think of something, "Wait...didn't you say that Katniss was coming back?" He nodded. "What did you mean?"

He shrugs," She's very skilled, your sister. Hardworking, strong, skilled and a survivor. My mother seems to think so at least."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. I thought that Katniss would go unnoticed by everyone at school, but now I know that at least one person watches her.

The boy with the bread.

Katniss told me the story. That Peeta was the one who gave her the warm bakery bread that cold, miserable day.

I never understood rain. Why would you want to see nothing but cold, wet and evil stuff fall from the ground.

Okay, so maybe rain isn't exactly evil, but you get my point.

I prefer sunshine myself. It promises warmth, comfort, and the best thing possible...love.

The love the sun gives to the people in the form of it's light, and hopefulness.

The love the sun gives the flowers helping them stand tall, and being brave.

The love the sun gives the trees and fruit on the leaves telling them to never stop growing.

The love that envelopes me like a warm blanket on a cold wet day.

The love that Peeta has given my sister that day.

The day I realized that rain isn't always an end. Sometimes it's a beggining.

"You gave Katniss the bread. You were the one who helped her survive. Not just her too, but me, and our Mother."

He smiles, almost sheepishly, "She was so desperate. I'd hate for her to die."

Then the time's up, and with the last few words haning in the air, I urgently hand him the ring, and tell him to use it as his district token.

He nods, and waves goodbye to me, maybe forever. Who knows? All I know is that as I walk out of the Justice Building with Mother, I see Buttercup. Oops, I forgot about how he usually says goodbye with me.

I apologize and give him a kiss. Mother stares at me, and then kisses me on the forehead.

After all, she must be proud how I didn't cry until I got home.