Orange. The soft orange like the sunset, faded into the calming yellow circle where both colours mixed. The waves calm and collective swayed across the sand little ripples forming every time it trickled back and forth onto the surface. Then us. Our figures like shadows, body's close together the outline of her face, waist, hair and fingertips showed vividly on the canvas. As the same for me. I liked this one. This memory. Real or not real I wouldn't get rid of it. I could almost feel the same emotions pulsing through my veins the night we sat there.
What did she feel. Was it real. Was it fake. Could this be a foolish act to make me hurt even more.
No. I was slipping away again. It couldn't be. Deep down I know it's not true. It is not true. It is real. He said if I can feel the emotions through the picture it's real. Most of them are negative but most of them are not with her. Only a few I felt a bit down not sure about what but it kept my confidence in speaking to her were low.
Before the Hijacking it stayed the same. Trust and something else we're not on my side.
I heard a tap on my door. Not sure why she still knocks but if I have some sort of painting that will cause little episodes I won't let her see them.
'' Come in''. And she does.
Game bag slug over her shoulder which to my surprise have no meat but a book. She takes it out her bag and kneels beside me.
'' It's kind of like a journal, you can write what makes you feel happy and look back at it again''.
Why would I need a journal? If I don't need to write memories that make me happy because the only thing that makes me happy is right here.
'' Your not leaving are you'' I ask with innocence.
'' No '' she smiles. '' It's for when you feel an episode or a flashback coming on, you can read through the good memories and I thought I might help bring you back easier''.
'' You don't have to it's just a suggestion''
'' No '' I protest '' It's good especially for flashbacks i appreciate you being there it really helps but I can't think if I might-'' I stop myself
'' Hurt me?'' She suggests. '' I'm not scared of you Peeta if you hurt me or not it's not your fault ok?''
'' I just don't ever want to, but with this book I think it will help, thank you''. I smile then pull in to hug her.
Her head leaning on my chest while I take in the scent of pine and vanilla. She pulls back and looks at the canvas.
'' You remember this?'' She says.
'' By that I'm guessing it is real then'' I reply.
'' Yes, the Quarter Quell on the beach we were just about to head to the lightning tree when-''
'' You kissed me, right?'' I ask.
'' Yes''
'' More then that even, it wasn't for the cameras Peeta that thought never crossed my mind I just didn't''. She cuts of. Tears slowly spreading down her cheeks.
'' I didn't want to loose you. But I did and I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner''.
She's sobbing by now.
'' Hey, hey it's ok it's not your fault Kat I'm here now it's ok''. I should of known drawing one of my most strong memories must of triggered her.
Her cries quiet down now and I wipe the tears from her face.
'' That kiss, felt different like I wanted something more like-''. '' I love you''.
My heartbeat starts increasing rapidly and the smile breaks loose from my lips. Soon now I'm the one crying.
'' You do?'' I ask while holding her tightly.
'' Yes, I know so it just took me a while to realise it.'' She replies.
And then she did it again. Same feelings same emotions from before. That flutter of butterflies in the bottom of my stomach. My head drifting away from reality only to focus on the feeling of her lips against mine. And for once I believe she feels the same. This is real. The memory is real. I finally believe she loves me.
Hi! Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed. Sorry about any grammar errors or spelling. This was in Peetas perspective and my first fan fiction I might do a part 2 I don't know but we'll see. Bye!
