8 year old Katniss pov
I sit patiently next to Peeta. Stroking his blonde hair, singing to him. He still has not woken, and I dread when he does. He will have no father, no mother, and no brothers wheat and rye. I just hope I can help him. Hope I can ease his pain. Mourn with him. I try to think about if my family dad. I couldn't live. It may be different, Peeta's mother abused him, his brothers didn't treat him very well, but his father was kind and gentle, just like Peeta but he still didn't protect him from the wrath of his mother. I want to take the pain away. I would take it in a heartbeat if Peeta could be happy again. If I could see his white teeth, his blue eyes. The eyes and smile I love. No. Peeta will not be alone when he wakes. He will have me.
