Peeta moved into Victor's Village. He did his victory tour and I tried my most to ignore all the details.

I stayed with mom, trying to get on with life. We tried to fill the gap that katniss had left. But it wasn't easy. Life tried to return to some normacy and it was okay until one day I ran straight into peeta. I had been walking home, past the bakery, when to my surprise peeta came out of the baker.

"Prim." he said.

I stopped, holding my basket close to me, this was a killer, this person outlived my sister in the games and left me alone.

"What?" I said to him.

"I...I just wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" I snapped, taking a step backwards.

"There's a lot I want to say to you. About the Games."

"I don't want to hear it, Peeta. I don't want to her anything about the Games."

Peeta tried to talk again but I tried to move past him, "Stop." I said.

Peeta looked anguished, "Prim. Prim, wait."

He reached out and grabbed my arm. I tuggged it away.

"Dont' touch me." I said.

"I just need to talk to you...about the Games. I just need to let it out, prim, I need to talk to you about Katniss."

I paused, "Why do you need to talk to me about Katniss? It isn't like you killed her."

"I know but...i just know how much...how much..."

How much she meant to me. How much she was there for me.

"Just say it." I said.

Peeta cleared his throat, "Haymitch and I are mentors now. And I think, every year i'm gonna have to do this. Train someone. Someone from here. Someone I might know. Someone like Katniss."

I just looked at him.

He went on, "And I think...I think it should have been Katniss, Prim. Instead of me. It should have been katniss."

I felt slightly taken aback by what he said. I wasn't expecting it. I didn't want him to talk about katniss. I still felt angry about it. I know he didn't kill katniss but it felt like he did.

"It should have been katniss coming home, prim. And with the reaping coming up...it feels like the games were just yesterday. And it's starting again," he rubbed his hand through his hair, "I can't believe it is starting again."

I couldn't either. Had it been a really a year since the Reaping? A year since katniss died? A year since my mother, Gale, and I watched her die on the screens in the square? My heart ached. But I would relieve it every year too, in knowing that katniss had passed at the same time each year.

"Listen, it's just...almost been a year, and I know i've been out of the districts a lot but I wanted to try to talk to you before the reaping. It's a Quarter Quell and I just...who knows what they are going to do this year?"

I shrugged, "I don't want to think about it. Katniss isn't your problem, peeta." I turned around, "Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you."

I walked away. It was chilly out and I tried not to think about what peeta had said. "It should have been me" he had said. Part of me agreed, the angry, bitter part of me. I looked down at the basket of herbs to help my mom with her medicine practice. I thought about the upcoming repaing and what it would be like. I felt numb. Would I ever feel again?