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Chapter 14-Their legacy.
Peeta-
"I really don't want to do this Peeta." She says to me, eyes watering.
I gently push Buttercup off my lap and go over to the wall where she was seated, hugging her knees.
"Katniss, you think I do? I thought I was ready to move on and remember the deaths peacefully." I said, then giving her a small kiss on her forehead.
As I cradled her in my arms, I thought that going to the Capital for a huge commemorative ceremony in honor of the fallen, will just make us re-live the losses, make them feel heart-breaking and real all over again.
"We have to do this though, for them."
I nodded after she said this.
"For Prim, your family, and our old friends." I nodded once again.
"Peeta? How are you going to control your...you know...episodes? I mean, they have been coming less frequently, fortunately, but still, I worry."
I didn't really know what to say.
I haven't even thought about it.
I smiled and said playfully "I'll have to have my pills with me at all times, and I'm going to need my helper also."
I squeezed her side and she smiled.
I called her my helper because she always holds me to reality when I go under the influence of my moments of insanity.
She is always there, giving me my capsules, sitting me down, keeping me from collapsing.
She is no longer afraid of me.
Well, at least isn't as afraid as she used to be.
She's a strong woman, and has my full and utter most complete trust.
"Oh, Yeah?" She said, her lips inches from mine.
"Mhm." I could feel the heat of her lips close to mine, almost touching.
"Or, we can just knock you out during the whole thing." She smiled and pulled away.
I find it endearing and terribly annoying when she teases me like this.
I eyed her, as she moved a loose strand of silky, black hair behind her ear.
"You're beautiful, you know that right?" Her sparkling grey eyes bore into mine.
I grabbed her delicate face with both hands and held her as I kissed her soft lips.
"Hey Katniss, Paylor just called and wants us to-." I started, as I opened the door to the bathroom where I knew she was.
"Peeta!" She shrieked as she quickly wrapped a towel around herself.
"Whoa, sorry, I didn't know you were going to-."
"Take a shower! Yes! Get out!"
Her aggressiveness shocked me so I left immediately.
She always got this way when she was in the bathroom or more specific when she was… undressed.
I was almost certain it was because of the scars on her back.
That's why she never believes me when I tell her that she's gorgeous. Who cares about a few scars?
"I don't know why you hide them so much, I have the same marks." I said to her from behind the door.
"Just go Peeta." She said still angry but softer.
I sighed and made my way to my room to start packing.
We were formally invited to attend the ceremony in memory of the departed, which will be broadcasted to the whole country, held three days from now.
However, Katniss and I are part of the opening speeches, so we will part for the Capital today evening, so we can help with the preparations and rehearse what we are to say.
It's not obligatorily of course, but we both feel it's our duty.
It's the right thing to do.
Not to mention that Panem will be highly disappointed if we didn't show up.
We will be in the Capital for a whole week approximately, since we will undoubtedly stay until a couple of days after the event, just until everything is cleared up, and we are able to travel back home in peace.
So, we must pack a lot of clothes.
Just as I was packing some sweaters, Katniss came into the room dressed, but with a towel wrapping her dark hair.
"I miss Cinna, Peeta." She told me.
"He would be dressing me up for these types of things." She continued.
"I miss Portia." I said.
She faced me and then grimaced as if just remembering that Portia, like Cinna, was gone.
I sighed and proceeded in folding and stuffing my suitcase.
"Do you think it's very changed?" she asked.
"What? The Capital? Not really. We're still going to find the ridiculous outfits and houses. Snow isn't going to be there though, and like here, there aren't any more peacekeepers. That's a start, I guess." I supposed.
She nodded and pursed her lips.
"Peeta." She said sweetly.
I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
She came closer and tangled her fingers in my hair.
"Do you mind packing for me?"
I chuckled.
I knew she wanted something, she isn't usually this affectionate.
"What do I get in return?" I asked.
She kissed me tenderly and then hugged me snugly.
"Nothing." She told me.
"No, but I can help you." I offered.
"I wanted to go see Haymitch and check how he was getting along." She said.
"I'm not packing for you, you pack and then you can go." I said before she scowled at me.
Truth was that I didn't want her to leave, and much less go to Haymitch's house.
"You have to stop loathing him so much. It's going to be like old times again you want it or not. Us three, on our way to the Capital, just like before." She scolded me.
"Sorry I can't trust him, Katniss." I said in an irritated tone.
"Why do you care so much about him after all?" I asked.
"Because. We're all he's got, if you didn't notice. We've been through a lot, Peeta. Why should I be so unforgiving like you? It's all good and done." She said.
"Katniss I-." I began.
"I just want you guys to get along. Do it for me, Peeta." I rolled my eyes and promised I would, for her.
I guess she was right, but I just didn't want to admit it.
I wanted to forgive him, but I couldn't make myself do it, not yet anyway.
Though in the end, I have to get along, since we have this ceremony to take part in.
When I finished packing my things I sat, legs spread out on the bed, with my back to the head-board, as I watched Katniss pick out clothes, fold them, and put them in her suit case.
"You should take some dresses." I suggested.
"You know I hate them." She replied.
"I know but, you should." I said.
She glared and me, so I blew a kiss at her.
I saw a smile flicker on her lips, and she then sighed and stuck out her hand.
"Come help me then." I clutched her warm fingers and she helped me up.
Katniss led me to room that once belonged to Prim.
I could tell by the powder and ash on the furniture and hard-wood floor that nobody, not even Katniss, has been in here since Prim's passing, or even, since the bombing.
It was just too painful to come in here, mainly for Katniss.
"Peeta, there are some boxes on the stop shelf of the closet, can you get them down for me?"
I did as she asked, and laid the three huge boxes in the center of the room.
We got down on our knees upon the dusty floor.
I watched as she gingerly parted the flaps on top of the first box.
"No…" she muttered and pushed the container away.
I didn't understand why, so I looked inside of it.
The box held gloves, hats, scarves, and coats and about every accessory associated to a winter's outfit.
I picked up a sweater woven from green, blue and gray strands of soft wool.
I remembered this piece.
"Hey I recognize this" I told Katniss.
She glanced over and nodded.
"You used this the first day of the victory tour." I recalled.
She smiled and said "Yes, Cinna fashioned that."
I went silent.
She had once pretended to design attires as part of her talent.
Flickers of my creations flashed in my mind.
My talent had been painting, and just then, had I realized I hadn't painted in such a long time.
Canvases still rested covered in dust, blank and lifeless at my house.
I put the sweater back in its container and observed Katniss.
Her hand was digging in the last box.
After a few seconds she pulled out a gorgeous orange frock patterned with autumn leaves.
"Remember this one?" she said with a glint of sadness in her voice.
I nodded and smiled half-heartedly.
"I can't believe how such lovely creations can hold numerous, unhappy memories." I noted.
"District eleven." She murmured.
She decided on taking a silk white and black gown she had worn in district two, and a pretty, short, but elegant, pastel rosy pink dress.
Katniss had also taken a couple of other things I didn't pay much attention to.
"I'll have to get them ironed once we're there" she told me as she zipped up her suit case.
I agreed.
The dresses have been neatly folded and all, but they still got wrinkled.
I was glad Katniss had finally finished preparing.
I had to just finish loading my pack, and I too, was done.
I ran my fingers along one of the many suits, made by, in my opinion, one of the most ingenious designers to ever walk this earth; I had worn on the tour so many months before.
We were carrying our suitcases down stairs, when the clock struck four in the evening.
In exactly forty-five minutes, the train arriving from the Capital will be making its way to the station, to collect us.
"Katniss!" I called about ten minutes later.
I heard something bump in to the wall in the other room and I want to go investigate what it was.
It was my girlfriend.
She was chasing Buttercup about the room.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I was meaning to take him to Greasy Sae, you know, so she takes care of him, but on second thought, the stupid cat can do just fine on his own. I'll just leave a window open or something."
I laughed and seized her hand and lead her out of the room.
Once we finished locking up the house, I waited for Katniss outside Haymitch's door.
She had gone in to check on him and hurry up the process if necessary.
I guess it was required.
I heard a lot of feet shuffling and then an annoyed-looking Haymitch burst out the front door.
"Peeta." He said in greeting, and I nodded in response.
After him, came Katniss, clutching a suit case that had clearly been hastily assembled ten minutes ago, since it had a sleeve hanging out.
I smirked and she made a face at me.
Since Haymitch had not even bothered, or was too drunk to remember, to carry his luggage, Katniss was burdened with it.
I immediately took it from her, though.
She could barely lug her belongings around I didn't want her struggling with foreign suitcases that didn't belong to her.
I huffed in annoyance at Haymitch.
Katniss laced her fingers in mine and we trailed behind the man who, once upon a time, was out mentor.
We had just strolled in when the train had screech to a stop.
I felt Katniss' grip on my fingers tighten.
I squeezed them to let her know I was there and to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
Was it really though?
All this was very overwhelming.
We were on our way to the place where our greatest enemies once lived.
A place where they had tortured me.
Katniss, Haymitch and I were situated right in front of the train doors.
I was really starting to get nervous though, I felt like my insides were twisting together.
I swear I was going to be sick.
I could feel sweat on my forehead, and it was strange because it was chilly outside, since we were in early November.
When the doors opened, a bright green wig exposed its self.
I wide emerald-colored smile beamed at us.
'Not now…' I thought to myself. 'Not now please…'
"Peeta! Katniss!" I heard a high-pitched, Capital-infused voice call.
Katniss made the mistake of letting go of me, and lurched forward to embrace the lime and colored woman. I started to get very light-headed and awful images flashed in my mind.
"Effie." was the only thing I could make out before I, once again, lost consciousness.