Another chapter! Yay! The plot bunny seems to be in a good mood ;). Anyway, this chapter is a little different from the others. I have made it mainly focused on Peeta and changed it to third person just because I thought it was more fitting. This, again, is another one of those shorter chapters, but is hopefully good nonetheless. Anyway, enjoy!

Spoilers!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games


He finds solace in the smallest of things; kneading dough, watching the sunset, seeing his children, or looking into a certain pair of grey eyes. One might ask how solace could possibly be found in such activities, but his reasoning is that they all remind him that everything is beautifully real and not any sort of hallucination.

Spending time at the bakery makes him think of the self he once was before anything had occurred. When he had been a simple District 12 citizen who spent his days making cakes and breads for his family's bakery. The Boy with the Bread still remains but, it is much more fitting to say that he is rather the Boy Once with the Bread. He is so much different now; so much stronger.

He discovers that watching the sunset makes him reflect on everything that has occurred throughout his life; what he's been part of and what he has done. It sends him on a journey of remembrance, but all the painful moments have been erased. It gives him time to reflect on all the good that he has been part of and all the wonderful moments that have made him feel a sense of elation.

Watching his children running through the serene meadow reminds him that he is living the life he never thought he would have. It, sometimes, brings tears to his eyes when he dwells on the thought that he almost wasn't going to get what he has now. His children also remind him of those who can now live in peace with no looming worries of their names being inked onto paper and put into circular glass bowls.

He knows that the pair of grey eyes are a constant reminder of how fortunate he is. To him, she is so much more than the Girl on Fire or the Mockingjay. He finds it difficult to put into words how much he really loves her, but things that are so beautiful have no need to be put into a words.

His life has never felt so wonderful and everything allows him to know that all the pain and all the suffering was all completely worth it.


Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review if you deem it worthy! :)