Katniss POV

"So what do you think?" I asked Gale, holding up the latest picture I had just printed. We were at the school library, sitting at the computers.

"It's good, Catnip." He said, leaning over and pushing a strand of my wayward hair back behind my ear. "You're a natural." He grinned.

I looked at the picture in my hand; I really wish that it could have been printed on photo paper. The deer, in the shot, looks at me, not sure if he should be scared of me, or just ignore me. Once he heard the slight click of my camera, he sauntered off to a stream, leaving me with a beautiful shot.

I found my dad's old camera in a box in the garage a few years ago. There was a card still in the camera that had pictures of the wildlife in the woods. That's when my love for pointing a camera, instead of a bow, became apparent. Now I never leave the house without it. I have so many notebooks of printed out pictures, like this, that I have taped or stapled into old school folders.

It helps me forget sometimes, of the awfulness of my life, and it helps me feel closer to my dad. I even work at the small portrait studio in town. I really don't like taking those types of pictures, posed seems boring and unnatural to me. But I do this so I can save up to buy a really nice camera someday.

I would have had it already, but I take most of my check and put it in a savings account for my sister Prim, she wants to become a doctor when she's older. So my little nest egg will help her pay for school.

"You should really show these to someone, Catnip. You never know, but you could start selling your prints. I mean some people love this stuff." I smiled at him. He was always encouraging me to go a step further. "Maybe even enough to go to that school for photography in district 4."

"What would you do without me?" laughing, I stood up, picked my camera up and placed it around my neck, letting it hang there as we left. He knew me too well. If I had the choice and the money, I would be going to that school.

We were walking around the corner when I suddenly crashed into someone, causing me to slip and fall onto the pavement. I didn't hear my name being called by Gale, and I barely heard the smooth, honey voice of my angel, asking if I was okay.

No, the only thing I heard was the horrible crunching sound of what I knew was my precious camera. My eyes were closed tightly, I bit my lip and clutched my hands into fists. I didn't want to see, to confirm, what I knew in my heart, had happened.

The one time, I'm actually touching, breathing the same air as Peeta Mellark, I'm dying inside. My camera is dead, and he, my angel, killed it.

Peeta's POV

"Crap! Way to go Mellark." I heard the gruff voice of Katniss' best friend, Gale say as tried to help Katniss up. It really wasn't my fault, it was all of ours, none of us were looking where we were going, apparently, or all this could have been avoided.

I watched as Katniss stood up, not looking at me, nor looking at the ground. "We can get it fixed, I promise. It doesn't look that bad. In fact, I think it gives it character." Gale was holding something black in his hand, it took a minute to register in my mind what it was.

A camera. My heart fell, as I looked at its cracked lens, how it was in two pieces, instead of its normal one. "I'm so sorry, Katniss. I didn't mean too." I was rambling, I know. I was, but the look in her face, her eyes, it told me that I crush the one thing that she was proud of, the one thing that was hers.

"It's fine." She mumbled as she picked up what was left and headed in the direction of the Seam. Gale glared at me. "Get some glasses, bread boy." And trailed behind Katniss.

I hung my head and walked in the direction of my home, I knew it was only a camera, but it was her camera, and I had a part in breaking it. I had seen a few of her photos around the school, they were really good. She had an eye for seeking out beautiful things and it was apparent that she loved doing it.

I felt like a heel, the onetime I actually come into contact and talk to her- albeit forced to, I destroyed a part of her happiness. So much so, that the one part of happy –future dream- will never happen.

"What's wrong son?" my dad asked me as I entered the bakery. I decided to go and talk to him, rather than go on home. He always seemed to know what to do.

"I broke Katniss Everdeen's camera." His eyes lowered at the mention of this girl. Back in the day he wanted to marry Katniss' mom. She ended up marrying a truck driver and my dad got my mom.

"I didn't know that you hung out with her."

"I don't." although I would like to, but I didn't say that. "I ran into her, she fell, the camera fell, both suffered and now I'll never be able to talk to her, she will hate me forever and I feel like a murderer."

"It can't be that bad, besides she will get another one."

"You know she won't be able to afford another one." I looked at him glumly, fingering the small pile of flour on the counter, he hadn't cleaned up yet.

"We'll what will you do about it?" he asked, sizing me up, trying to find the part of my brain that held the ideas. But at this point, with all the talk about Katniss, with seeing her in my mind, there isn't any hope of thinking of anything else.