Back to Summer POV for as long as I can tell. =P Review pleeaaassee!

Summer POV:

At some point during dinner, Peeta, Katniss, and Haymitch decide, without bothering to ask me, that I'll be living in Katniss's guest bedroom, rather than staying in one of the empty houses down the road. After I've helped Peeta with the dishes, and Katniss has insulted Haymitch enough to make him leave (which I think is mean, but apparently it's just how their relationship works, as Peeta later tells me), I hover awkwardly by the door until Peeta and Katniss have shared their even more awkward exchange of goodbyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," Peeta says, running a hand through his hair. If it wasn't so obvious that he was trying to impress her with nonchalance, I might laugh.

"Um, yeah, sure," Katniss nods curtly in reply.

"Katniss and Peeta, sitting in a tree," I sing under my breath, too low for them to hear.

"Goodnight, Summer," Peeta says, nodding in my direction. I give him a smile.

"Don't get yourself chained to another wall, got it?" I tease. Katniss bites her lip with a grimace before walking out the door. Can you spell 'moody'?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't realize it was such a sensitive subject," I apologize. Peeta just shakes his head.

"I guess she just hasn't gotten the closure she needs yet."

"Have you?" I ask before I can stop myself. His eyes dart to mine.

"I don't there is closure for something like this," he tells me. I walk over to him and give him a hug.

"There is. And when you figure it out, you'll be able to move on," I whisper. He nods, but still looks doubtful. I can't stand the heaviness in there air so I put on the perkiest smile possible and give him another small hug. "I'd better go before I lose Katniss."

"Alright. See ya tomorrow," he says. I nod. "I'm really glad… that you came back."

I smile.

"Even if you are crazy now," he adds, making me laugh.

"I've always been crazy," I say. "It's just that last time we spoke, you were too crazy to notice."

He silently shrugs in surrender. I take this as my cue to leave, and shuffle out the door in the puffy jacket I was loaned by Peeta. He claimed to have dozens that he never wore, so he gave me the puffiest one he could find. Still not sure if it's a joke or not.

The air outside is probably somewhere just below freezing. I scurry around the house and into the street that's only illuminated by a street lamp a few houses down. I look around with squinted eyes before I see Katniss waiting by the front door of what is apparently her house. I start jogging over but have to stop after five steps to catch my breath. I suppose I'm more out of shape than I thought. I walk the rest of the way.

When Katniss has shown me to the room beside hers, she turns to me with a semi-sheepish expression.

"Um, if you hear… crying or screaming, don't um, don't call for help, okay? Just nightmares," she says, brushing a stray hair out of her face. I nod understandingly.

"No biggie. I sleep like a rock most of the time," I say simply. And it's the truth. I just don't get nightmares. No idea why not. I've had my share of trauma. I just don't have nightmares. Unless it's about typical nightmare stuff like holding on to a rope for your life over a volcano. Nothing terribly symbolic, I think. I'll have to find a book about symbolic dreams. Maybe there's someone in town who's got books like that.

Katniss gives me questioning look. "Peeta never mentioned you."

This doesn't come as a shock to me so I nod. "He mentioned you. A lot." I don't bother telling her that he pretty much only cursed and insulted her. I bet she had enough of that to deal with back in Thirteen.

We don't say anything else, and I slip into my room where I open the dresser to find several dresses, some pants, a coat, and a few checkered blouses. They seem to all be about my size, and I wonder if they might've belonged to someone before me. Whoever they were/are, I hope they don't mind me wearing their fuzzy pajamas.

I climb into the large bed and plop my head down on the pillow tiredly. Sleep comes to me more easily tonight than it has in months, maybe years. Peeta may've said earlier that it was his turn to help fix me, but I know that I've only begun to help him. My mind is peaceful, and I'm finally safe.

"We are the lucky ones,
We shine like a thousand suns,
When all of the color runs together

I'll keep you company,
In one glorious harmony,
Waltzing with destiny forever."

Short chapter, I know, but the next one is like... 11 pages long so, REVIEWS MAKE FOR A QUICKER UPDAAAATEEE!