A/N: So guys. The words were flowing out of me last night, right? AND THE INTERNET WASN'T WORKING. Then I closed the laptop after I finished this chapter, and I guess I didn't save it…and my mom turned it OFF without me saving everything I wrote. And I wrote A LOT. :'( But anyway, this isn't as good or as long as it was before, but it's here all the same. Enjoy!

…our eyes meet for a few seconds, and I wonder if she'll try to speak to me. But instead, her gaze falls to the ground, where she sees a dandelion. Her eyes light up, and she bends down to pick it. She looks at me thoughtfully one last time, and walks away, and in hand with Prim.

When I open my eyes, I hear someone sigh. I think I'm just hearing things until Beatrice steps into my view. I look at the clock, only to see I should have been woken up thirty minutes ago. Huh?

"Why didn't you wake me up, Bea? Something wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing at all, dear! But you were smiling," she beams."In your sleep. How often does that happen?"

I can't help but grin as I sit up. "Not very often. Thanks for letting me enjoy it."

"Oh, no problem. But as you probably saw, we're behind! Up to eat your breakfast Peet!" she exclaims. Then adds, "It's going to be a big, big, big day!" for good measure.

It adds to my good mood. But I decide to pretend to be annoyed. "Ugh, don't remind me." She laughs.

"Fine, I promise not to do any more of that today. It is fun though."

I sigh, get out of bed, and walk over to my little table. I examine my breakfast. Just eggs, bacon and toast. Better than what I ate in Twelve before the Games, but you'd think a victor in the Capitol would get to eat delicacies. Not that I'm complaining though. I'd much rather have this to eat than something I can't pronounce.

After breakfast, I head down to the "facility". Dr. A looks especially cheery and I wonder if I should be worried.

"Good morning Peeta!" he beams. "I hear you were smiling. In your sleep!"

News travels fast around here. I should be used to it by now I guess.

"Good morning," I reply, then get down to business. "What am I doing today?"

"You've done this before. Writing letters Peeta!" Oh, joy.

I've written letters to a lot of people. My Family, Prim, Madge, Gale, some old friends, Boggs, even President Snow. That one was full of obscenities, as you can imagine. Even some to Katniss. I zone out and think of the first.

Dear Katniss,

I hear you're back in District Twelve. I'm here in the Capitol with Dr. Aurelis. At least until I'm cleared. I miss home and hope you're doing okay. I worry about you a lot. We have a lot to talk about, if you're willing. I'll be home when I can.

Don't give Haymitch pneumonia.

~Peeta

PS. Thank you for saving me.

That was from a few days after I got here. It wasn't hard to write. The next one sounded a bit desperate on my part.

Dear Katniss,

My therapy would go so much quicker if I could talk to you. We've tried calling you, but you don't answer. Please pick up. I'm just trying to make sense of things.

~Peeta

That one was from so long ago. I had only been here a few short weeks. This next one was painful to write.

Dear Katniss,

Today as part of my treatment I rewatched the Quarter Quell—not the Capitol version.

Thank you for helping me through the poison fog and not leaving me like you could have. Thank you for trying to save me from the monkeys.

I wish I could thank Finnick Odair for saving me when he rescued me from my platform, restarted my heart, drug me through the fog and took a knife from the Careers for me. He was a great guy. (And I'm sorry you had to watch that).

I'm sorry we didn't break the alliance when you said we needed to. I'm sorry I let them separate us.

When you're up to it, maybe we can talk about the Games so I can know what really happened.

~Peeta

This was two weeks ago:

Dear Katniss, I hope to be coming home soon. It's not that the Capitol hospital isn't great, but I miss home. I miss baking and even my oversized Victor's Village home. I haven't seen District Twelve since before the bombing, and I want to see my family's bakery one last time. I hope that you're staying out of trouble—not slipping on ice or being chased by bears.

We talk about you in my therapy: what's real and not real. I was getting a good handle on it before the end of the war, but Dr. A is helping with the flashbacks. They come less often and we're finding out what my triggers are. (please note I never want to see a tracker jacker again!)

Today I wanted to talk about that last mission. You wouldn't leave me behind. You stroked my hair, like you did in our cave in the first Games. I remember those games more accurately now. And you kissed me. Which after I tried to strangle you never thought would happen again. You saved me Katniss. You saved me from myself, from the Capitol, from death. And not just that time, but so many times.

Dr. A says you're not answering the phone. He's also been sending letters without a response. I hope everything is okay.

Always, Peeta

PS. I'm so glad you didn't take the nightlock. I have so many things to ask you.

That was the last one I wrote. Now apparently I'm writing another.

Dr. A hands me some paper and a pen, points to his desk, and leaves the room.

I walk over to the desk, sit, and let the words flow.

Dear Katniss,

I'm coming home soon. In about four days actually. I don't know if you're reading these, or burning them, or just leaving them in a pile, but I think writing is good for me.

Do you want me to come home? Do you still want to be my friend?

I miss home. I want to be your friend. But it seems that whenever I feel something towards you, you never reciprocate it.

I'm coming home anyway. Dr. A says I'm ready, and that's all I need.

I have a lot of questions. I hope you'll be willing to answer them.

Always, Peeta

I set the pen down and get up from the desk. I walk to my favorite recliner and sit. Dr. A comes in with an envelope and stamp. "Is it ready?" he asks.

I nod. "It's on the desk."

He walks over to the desk, picks up my neatly folded letter, and puts it in the envelope.

Hey guys! So, short chapter. I just had some time on my hands and decided to use it for YOU! :)

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