I do not own The Hunger Games
Chapter Twenty- Time goes on.
(Peeta)
Fall came all to early, sending Katniss and I back to our home in district twelve. On the train ride Katniss admitted that she truly enjoyed our vacation. I gave me hope of returning next summer, as Annie had asked. Also meeting Fin has put a certain desire and longing in my heart, something I've never felt before. And it is also something I'm afraid to talk to Katniss about. But I push those thoughts aside thinking how we are still so young, only nineteen. We have plenty of time.
Fall comes quickly, bringing yellow and red trees, and lots of business at the bakery. My nightmares are scarce, but not extinct. I am beginning to think that they will never go away, they will always haunt me and make me unsure of myself. And unsure of Katniss.
In late winter, just before spring, I officially moved into Katnisses house. Though I pretty much had a while ago, it made me feel stupidly happy. Katniss and I didn't say anything to each other about it, but I knew it was final because I gave my house to a family that had just returned to district 12. But I really shouldn't say "district" anymore. The new government cancelled that out, now we are all just Panem. It's nice, but I'm not sure I will ever not think of the places as districts.
Katniss hunts a lot, Haymitch never puts down his glass, and I am usually at the bakery for a good part of every day. Our lives feel almost normal, as if we are on a schedule we are terrified to break. Which, I guess, is absolutely true. If the distractions are taken away, we lose it. I slip into nightmares, Haymitch screams and rips his hair from his head, and Katniss locks herself in closets.
We tend to look through our book a lot. It's not only a comfort, but also just something we use to respect and remember our losses. It's the actions of the broken survivors. Our lives are the actions of broken survivors. And that's all we seem to be doing these days. Surviving.
Sorry this is so short, and sorry that the wait was so long you could've died from old age. I'll try to update faster. Thanks for reading, please review! The next one will be longer, contain talking, and not just be about time passing. So sorry.
Oh god, it's so short. I'm almost embarrassed. At least its something right….?
Don't hate me…