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My entire body is shaking from fear of Peeta. This is the first time I think I have actually been scared by the idea of his presence. I may have been panicked when I first got to see him after rescuing him from Snow's clutches and he attacked me. But right now I am flat on my back before I can see anything. I start to sit up and I hear somebody's footsteps running towards me. They stop suddenly and I turn around to see Peeta Mellark, he's standing shyly at the entrance of the living room.

I hurry to my feet and lean against the wall so I don't fall on my bottom right in front of him. I feel my eyebrows crease up as I slide back down the wall. I glare at him and point towards the door. He is completely speechless, his mouth gapes open but no words come out. I certainly will not talk to him; I have just gotten to where I could talk to Haymitch in full sentences. Peeta's forehead is soaked, and he is panting hard and loud. "I-I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I nod quickly stare at the wide open front door in disbelief. "I maybe…broke the lock on the door." I stare at him and his strength in horror.

I muster up some strength to run into the hallway closet, I shut the door quickly and look through the shutters of the closet. I run my fingers all over the carpet and wait in hopes that Peeta will just leave me alone. I can hear his footsteps against the hardwood floors and then they disappear. I breathe out in relief and right as I touch the cold handle of the closet, to make my escape, I see a shadow approaching. Of course the shadow belongs to Peeta.

"Katniss…Haymitch told me that you were okay. That you were accepting everything that happened and that it you wouldn't be hurt if I came back to twelve." I don't dare say a word. After all after not seeing him for half a year and then he broke the lock to my front door and is just…sitting there… outside the closet that I'm now stuck in.

"Look Katniss. I'm sorry for all of the pain I've already caused you after an hour back in twelve." The tears start to pour out of my eyes; I'm a damaged, broken, and mental girl. Why is Peeta even trying? "Katniss…I know we're both broken, and some of those wounds will never fully heal. I understand that. But I'd really just like to talk to you."

I open my mouth to breathe and a whine escapes my mouth, and I instinctively sniffle. I slap my hand over my mouth in anger for letting any kind of emotion filled sound escape my lips.

"I know you're upset. I'm sorry for even coming. I hope you'll come by my house sometime. We're both hurting..." I watch him rise to his feet, he leans against the door, and I scoot to the back of the closet. Please don't open the door Peeta. Please. He begins whispering something and I listen closer than I originally intended on.

"I'm hurting too Katniss. Please consider coming by my house…you're the only person I have left that I can talk to." I take in a deep breath and wipe the tears away. I can hear the front door close and I'm alone.

I slowly open the closet door and peer around to make sure Peeta is gone for real this time. When I decided he has; I pull off the stiff shoes Haymitch strapped onto me, and throw them into the closet. Once I get out of the carpeted hallways the hard wood floors are freezing against my warm feet. I can't stand it after hurting my ankle so bad when I was stranded in the woods, and the peacekeepers were here in my house. I hear a loud obnoxious ring that makes my heart skip a beat when I notice the noise is coming from down the hallway. I walk around cautiously to find the source of the annoyance and that's when I locate what I think is a telephone; I never really used my first one, except to talk to Cinna.

I'm reluctant to pick it up incase Peeta somehow managed to get my number, on what I know must be the last ring; I grab the phone and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Haymitch?" I stutter on the one word I say

"Yeah, it's me."

My voice persists to crack with every word I speak, and when I try to clear it which only makes it worse.

"I saw Peeta leaving your house. There has been a lot of noise coming from his house, since. What did you say to him?"

"What do you mean, what did I say? What?! Is it impossible that maybe he was in the wrong?"

"Katniss, we both know that boy couldn't do anything bad." I remain silent as the memories of him working with the careers and treeing me.

"He's better now Katniss."

I take in a deep breath and wipe the last remaining tear I have left for today.

"You should at least go and talk to the boy Katniss."

"You can't make me!"

"Dang it Katniss! You're not listening! I'm not making you! I'm just suggesting something that could help all three of us! Because I'm getting tired of listening to you whine about every little thing!"

I don't remember the last time I was this mad at Haymitch…I hang the phone up and throw it against the wall and watch a piece fall off of it. I storm out of the room and up the stairs.

I climb them as fast as I can and I bang up my knees, seeing that my head is spinning, it's a wonder I made it to the attic without falling down the stairs. It's freezing up here and I just climb onto the roof and sit there angry for a few minutes. I peer over the edge. This could all end right here. Right now. One jump and I won't have to deal with the pain I have felt in this world. Just one jump and it's all over. I smile a little at the thought of no more pain, just rest. Sweet, blissful peace, in my death. The wind is blowing through my hair and I release it from its usual braid and let it flow in the wind. I stand up unsteadily and look around at the yard and suddenly become terrified.

I had forgotten for a moment about how truly scared the woods made me, after all my nightmares taking place in there; I can never go in there again without the fear of my losses haunting me all over again. I drop down to my knees and crawl back into the attic before I have a complete emotional breakdown. I pull myself down the stairs and back to my bedroom. I shut the curtains and crawl into my cave, and surround myself with the blanket and its warmth. My mind makes only makes things worse. The "warmth" of the blanket swaddling me only brings thoughts of Peeta back. Those nights on the train are the only time I had felt safe since my father's death. But now the idea of Peeta in the same bed or even house makes me feel colder on the inside.

**********************************************Peeta's POV********************************************

Why did you go over there Peeta? Could you not have waited for her to make contact with you first? But no…you had to go over there and ruin any chances of Katniss forgiving you. Why would you even think that you were both still at the point in your lives where you could repair what has happened. I can't heal without Katniss, and she is broken beyond repair. Stop it Peeta! You can't say that! When you we're having your attacks daily, she never gave up on you. When you went on the mission to kill Snow she never left you to kill yourself. How can you give up on her now? You can't.

I get off the couch and walk to the kitchen and pull out four pans of different pastries and breads. I take a bite of a cookie and begin icing them all. Even after the hijacking I enjoy the same things. That's when it occurs to me that I need another excuse for see Katniss. She has to know that I'm still here for her. It's about 10:00 at night before the obvious hits me. I pull out a bag and throw all of the pastries and rolls I made into several of them and walk out the door. I smirk that those people from thirteen thought they could contain me in this prison of a house. I happily shut the door behind me and decide to try and go about a different way. Maybe the happiness can rub off on Katniss. In a few short steps I'm at her front porch. I walk up cautiously and I find myself hesitating when I raise my hand to knock.

Maybe you're pushing it too much in one day Peeta. You've already frightened her once. I should have called first…or something. I begin looking around. You're delusional Peeta. Why would you think that Katniss even wants you here? She wanted you to get out. What kind of difference is two bags of cookies going to make? I hang my head in foolishness and start to turn my back. I leave the bags of food on the doorstep and leave a small note on the front of the bag. I run back to my house and walk around mad at myself. I can't believe you did that! Do you want her to hate your guts and never trust you again?

*********************************************Katniss' POV**********************************************

"Who the crap is there? I heard your footsteps banging against my front steps!" I grasp a pointed lamp that was in a spare room and listen to my bare feet pop against the cold floors as I peer around the corner, I can't see anybody on the porch. I set the lamp down and walk towards the door. What are those? I crack the door and stick one hand through and bring the bags of whatever inside and put them on the kitchen counter. I see some black writing on the front of one of the bags, I squint my eyes and read the small but neat print:

Katniss,

I hope you're not too mad at me after this morning. I'm sorry.

I still hope we can talk sometime. I'm here whenever you need me. Always. 684-2185

Peeta.

I widen my eyes as I read this. How could somebody I fear so much, do this for me? Is it possible that he really isn't having the attacks like he used to. Stop kidding yourself Katniss…Haymitch told you he'd never be completely the same. I open the bags and see dozens of cookies and rolls. I pick up one of the cookies and breathe in the aroma. The icing flower is of a lily. I throw it across the room and shake in my chair. I look at all the food for an hour or so, lost in thought if I should trust Peeta, or even eat the food he has left for me.

After that long hour of smelling the delicious looking cookies, I cave in and eat one. One quickly turns into ten…which quickly turns into fifteen. I decide to stop after eighteen. I close the bags and walk down the hallway, and pick up the phone I would have sworn was broken. There wasn't too much damage done. But I feel sure that if the workers in thirteen heard of it they'd have me back in for an assessment and then install a new phone. I pick it up and hear a long tone. My fingers tremble as they scoot across the keypad dialing the number from the bag Peeta left me…It feels like it rings for only a single second.

"Hello?...Katniss?"

I try clearing my throat one more time before I try to speak. "Thank you for the food…It was good."

"I'm glad you liked it. But I'm even happier that you've decided to talk."

"Okay."

"Katniss…do you want to come over tomorrow night? I can cook dinner or something."

When Peeta says this it takes me back for a moment. In my complete and utter fear I yell at him. "No! I don't want to go anywhere!"

"I'm sorry I asked…"

"But….y-y-you-"

"What is it, Katniss?…"

"We can talk... tomorrow."

"That'd be great. What time do you want me to come over?"

"Later in the day…"

"Okay. I'll see you then Katniss…"

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