The conversations in the room eventually died out as the sun slipped behind the edge of the horizon. A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned my head to see my mother. "We'll be seeing you tomorrow," she said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Where are you going?" She brushed the question away. "The Hawthorne family and I will be staying in an empty victor house. Same for your Capitol friends." I frown slightly. "You could just stay with me." She shook her head firmly. "No. No, I can't go back there." The walled up sadness in her eyes is all the explanation I need for that statement. I nod, looking at her understandingly. "Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." She brushes her hand along my arm, and walks out of the house with everyone else.

I sink onto the couch, rubbing my face. Peeta comes over and sits next to me, and I rest my head against his shoulder. "It was nice to see everyone," he said in a cheerful, quiet voice. "You had a good time, right?" I groan a laugh in response. "Too many people at once, I'm exhausted," I mumble. Peeta kissed the top of my head, chuckling. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad!" I nod tiredly. "You're right, but it still wore me out. We haven't been around that many people in over a year." He sighed disappointedly. "You should probably head to your place then and go to bed." I tilt my head up to get a glimpse of his face, still resting against his shoulder as I do so. "Can't I stay with you tonight?" Peeta gave a wan smile. "Katniss, it's probably better if you go to your place to sleep, what with everyone here. They might make more of you sleeping over than it really is." I wrinkle my nose at the thought. "You're right," I grumbled. "See you tomorrow then," I said as I stood, brushing a quick kiss against his cheek as I did.

The short walk to my house seemed to take longer than usual. As I got ready for bed, I ran through the day in my head. My name is Katniss Everdeen. Today I turned 19 years old. I am now engaged to Peeta Mellark. Peeta suprised me with a party. Gale Hawthorne and I have started to try and rebuild our friendship.

Crawling into bed, I snuggle down under the covers, trying to now clear my head, and fall asleep without having the nightmares. Sometimes it helps, clearing my head. Other times it's as if I opened the door for the darkest corners of my imagination. Thankfully, I passed the night peacefully, without any near-heart attacks from the terrifying dreams that usual fill my nights.