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Chapter Fourteen- Paintings and Television
(Peeta)
I hate to say it but his book was better than ours. I mean he had to have sobered up a little to write it, and for him that was like cutting off his arm. It was detailed, meaningful, and a little painful to look at. I used to judge him for being an alcoholic, but, gosh, I would be drunk all the time if I had lost everything he had.
He came out of his games with nothing.
By some amazing chance, I got Katniss. I wandered what it would be like if Katniss and I's story had been like Haymitch and Adeline's. I could see myself pushing past the peacekeepers to see her even though I wouldn't have been expected. I would bust through the door and see her sitting on the couch. She would look brave, holding back tears. I would confess all my feelings; she probably wouldn't say anything back. I would hug her and she would leave, on her way to the capitol.
"Peeta?" Katniss interrupts my chain of thought.
"Mmmh?"
"I'm going hunting. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Alright. See you then."
I wrapped my arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Our hugs have gotten a lot longer. She smiled back and walked out the door.
I slowly walk upstairs, more tired than usual. I step on a floorboard and it causes something to creek. It's Prim's door. It scares me, like I've never seen it before or something. I always knew it was there, but Katniss and I never enter it. Curiosity pulls me through the doorway.
The room looks like the resident has just gone downstairs to get a drink of water. The covers are pulled back like Prim just tossed them aside to get up. The bed is small and adorned in a pink quilt. The bathroom door is open, and there's small book about birds on the nightstand. It's open to the page about Mockingjay's.
I never knew Prim really well, but tears slide down my face. The small dresser has all Prim's clothes, neatly folded. There are ribbons hung on the handles.
I force myself to leave, because my heart is slowly breaking. But not for me, for Katniss.
I walk downstairs, into the study, because it's where I put all my painting things. For some reason when I asked Katniss where I could put them she told me this room because "it's where all her nightmares are." When I asked her to explain, she said it was nothing important.
I took up my brush, found a blank canvas, and got lost in my work.
An hour or two later I step back to see how it came out.
The colors swirl to show Katniss and Prim holding hands, walking home from school. It doesn't show their faces, just there backs. You can see Katnisses long braid and Prim's blonde hair tied up with her blue ribbon. It was a scene I had watched many times from the bakery window.
I hear the door open and close, "Peeta?" Katniss calls from the living room.
"In here!" I answer.
"Can you come out here?"
"No, come here. I want to show you something."
She groaned but came in; before she saw the painting I encircled my arm around her waist.
"Oh." She saw it after a second. "It's…That's Prim and I. Oh, you have Prim perfectly. Look at her bow."
She leaned her head onto my shoulder and kept looking at the picture.
"Thank you." She said, gazing into my eyes. Her sobbing sound escaped her mouth and tears ran down her face. I took her in my arms and we sat there for a long time.
"Diner?" I interrupted the silence.
"Of course." She answered. I kissed her cheek and she placed her hand on the spot my lips had my contact and we walked back to the kitchen.
I busily made rabbit stew and Katniss read stories out loud about Prim and Lady.
She snickered occasionally; I didn't think it was possible to love a person's laugh so much.
We ate quickly and resided to sitting on the couch.
"You know what we've never done?" I said.
"What?"
"Watch T.V.? Isn't that what people usually do in their free time?"
"You want to try it out?"
"Why not." I answered.
Katniss clicked on the Television. She scrolled through the endless number of channels. We saw a silly singing show that Plutarch had started. There were a few other ridiculous shows, but none that were as bad as the ones that capitol had made. It wasn't until we came across the news did Katniss put down the remote. There, in front of us, was Gale's face. He was talking to an interviewer.
I didn't catch anything he said, except he was talking about which man would win the election for district two governor. Katniss flicked the screen off when the scene changed.
She buried her face in my chest and started breathing deeply.
I wasn't really sure how to take it; I wasn't really even sure what had happened in the end between Katniss and Gale. My jealousy was gone. I just felt bad for Katniss. I mean that was her best friend, the person who helped keep her family alive.
It got later and later and I realized Katniss had fallen asleep. I carried her upstairs, put her in bed, and sprawled out on my chair.
Only when I was half-asleep did I realize this had been the first night in a long time that Katniss hadn't grabbed my hand and asked me to stay. It made my heart sink a little.
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