Hey guys! the Quarter Quell revelation is up next after this! This is a little in-between chapter, after this its the photoshoot but I thought that wouldn't be too interesting.
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21

I watch Peeta as he shades one of the flowers in my family book, with the herbs and roots. His blond here is hanging over his eyes, and I can't help but think of Madge's blonde hair. Where Peeta's hair was a little darker at the roots, Madge's shone like the sun.
He lifts up his head and finds my eyes. ''What are you thinking of?'' he asks me softly, putting down his brush.
I shrug and pick up his brush, studying it. ''Nothing,'' I say not looking up. ''I was just watching you draw.'' I don't look at him, but I hear his chair move away and a few seconds later I feel his big and strong hand on my shoulder. I lay my head against it, my cheek resting against his rough hand. ''I know I'm not the one you'd… ideally be with, but we have to make the best of it, right?'' I can hear the insecurity in his voice as he speaks.
I nod softly. ''Yes, make the best of it..''

It would be a whole lot easier without all the things I remember Madge by. And there is one thing that will hunt me forever with her name written all over it; my mockingjay pin.
''I'm going to make us some tea,'' he says before giving my shoulder a little squeeze and leaving the room. We are at my house, but the visits have become so frequent that I don't mind him wandering around it on his own. I lay the brush down and stand up, walking towards the window.
It is still cold outside, but a bit better. My foot doesn't hurt as much anymore so I can walk around a little, but not too much.
I stand there until Peeta returns with a tray containing two cups steaming, and a small plate with cookies he brought over. They are beautifully decorated with complicated patterns.

I sit down with him and take one of the cups, blowing it in an attempt to cool it down. He eyes me curiously, and lifts one eyebrow in a silent ''what's wrong?''. My frown deepens and I sigh deeply. ''The wedding dress-photoshoot is in a few days and I couldn't be less excited.'' He smiles and takes a sip of his tea. ''It won't be that bad, the camera loves you.'' I feel the immediate urge to throw my cookie at him but I suppress it, instead shooting him a hateful glance. ''I wish I were as good with words as you are.. You are likable and..'' I sigh deeply, leaning back on my chair. ''Lots of people like you!'' he retorts immediately. ''Prim, Gale, his brothers and sister, I even think Haymitch sort of likes you, as far as he can like someone… Me of course, and..'' He suddenly stops, the name he did not say out loud hanging between them in the air. ''I don't she does that much anymore,'' I say quietly before taking a sip.

He frowns and looks at his shoes, as if they contain some important message. ''Peeta.. Do you have nightmares too?'' He looks up at me, and there is a distant look in his eyes when he gives me a weak little smile. ''Every night,'' he answers.
I nod and look at my tea, the rippling of the water when I move. My hand. The slight rippling caused by my trembling. ''It used to be plain Hunger Games, the flashbacks and the deaths but.. Over time, they changed. I started dreaming about Madge and..'' I shake my head, trying to get the images out of my head. ''I miss her,'' I whisper softly. ''It's all too much Peeta. the rebellion, the Peacekeepers, Madge..''
He puts down his cup and walks over to me. He softly takes my cup too and puts it down next to his, before pulling me in to one of his overwhelmingly comfortable hugs. We both don't know what to say, so we stay quiet.
I know this must be hard for Peeta to hear, but I'd rather we play open card now we are meant to spend our lives together. After a while he lets go of me, and we silently continue on the family book until it's getting dark and he leaves for home. ''You could eat here?'' I offer. He shakes his head apologetically and puts on his coat. ''I can't, I'm supposed to have supper with my family tonight... Some other time,'' he says before kissing my forehead and shutting the door behind him.

I stand there for a bit before my mother rushes to me. ''You'll get your dinner in bed,'' she scolds me before helping me limp up stairs where she tucks me in, and checks on my heel. She nods approvingly before leaving to fetch me some supper. When she returns with a tray which has a bowl of rich stew on it, she smiles and hands it to me. ''When you're done just leave it next to your bed, I'll clean it tomorrow.'' Then she kisses my cheek and leaves my room.
I look down at the stew and mindlessly drag my spoon through it. My head is outside in the woods, finding out more about District 13. Instead I drift off to sleep and decide that tomorrow I will go in to town.