Author's Note: This is my first fanfic. It was just an idea I had and decided to write about it. To be honest I'm not doing it for people to read, I'm just writing so I can keep my idea and make it even bigger. If you are reading I hope you like it. If you like it or not I would like to know why so a review would be wonderful, I'm not going to ask for reviews all the time but I would like to know if there is someone interested in this.
I don't own The Hunger Games.
Chapter 1
When I open my eyes the first thing I see is a beautiful bright sun shining outside my window. Gale is sleeping on my floor, he probably decided to stay in my room after I woke him up more than five times during the night. My nightmares are getting worse each day. I dream about children turning into human torches, my little Prim burning to death right in front of my eyes. Peeta. I dream of those blue eyes, that I got used to love so much, turning a deep shade of black ready to take my life away.
I try to stand up and go to the bathroom as quiet as I can but there is no use. As soon as I'm up Gale is already following close behind "You should sleep a bit more, I'm okay now" I say, Gale looks at me with those gray eyes so similar to my own "I just want to take care of you, if you don't want me here I will just leave you alone and maybe get you something to eat." I just nod slowly, I'm to tired to even say something else.
I wait until Gale disappears from my sight and go straight to my bathroom to brush my teeth and maybe, if I have any energy left, fix my hair. After I'm done I go to my closet and choose a simple pair of pants and a black t-shirt to spend the day. It's only when I'm about to go looking for Gale that something catches my attention. The t-shirt I'm wearing is way to big on me. It smells like vanilla and flour. Tears start rolling down my cheeks when I realize I'm wearing one of Peeta's t-shirts. I immediately go back to my closet and change to one of my small shirts. I grab Peeta's t-shirt and hold it close to my nose. The smell is so familiar, so comforting. "I miss you." I say over and over again "I miss you so much." Suddenly I hear a noise coming from behind me. Gale is watching me and the way he is looking at me makes me shiver. "Breakfast is ready!" he says in such a cold way that his voice sounds foreign. "I will be down in a minute" I whisper, he leaves without another word. I sit there, on my the floor of my closet, confused and frightened still holding Peeta's t-shirt.
When I'm finally able to put the t-shirt away I follow the smell of bacon, eggs and toast to my kitchen. Gale is sitting on a chair reading what I recognize as a newspaper, he doesn't look up even when he hears me sitting down on the opposite chair "Aren't you going to eat?" he asks without looking at me "I'm not hungry" I whisper in such a small voice that I don't even recognize as mine. For some unknown reason, at least for me, my answer seems to make him angry "You made me spend my time preparing you all this and now you don't even bother to try eating it! I'm sure if It was made by the baker you would be starving" with that he stands and the next thing I hear is the front door open and close with a unnecessary force.
I don't know why but as soon as he leaves tears start to roll down my face. I hate how strong I used to be, strong enough to be the symbol of a rebellion, but now even the smallest things make me want to go back to bed and cry my eyes out for the rest of the day. That would have been the case if it wasn't for a strange noise coming from outside my house. Me and Haymitch are the only ones living in the Victors Village and he only visited me twice before he just gave up. My curiosity was greater than my tiredness, so slowly I stood from my chair and made my way to my front door. "I must look a mess" I thought to myself, my hair is all tangled, my clothes don't fit me anymore since I haven't been eating and my eyes are swollen from crying.
What I saw outside my door took my breath away. There was my only hope. There was the person who has been in my mind since the day of the reaping and specially since the Quarter Quell. There was my dandelion in the spring, the promise that life could go on. He was wearing a simple blue t-shirt and a pair of khakis, his messy blonde hair that reflected the sun light, for me he never looked more handsome. Peeta had his beautiful ocean blue eyes locked in my gray seam ones. My Peeta was back.
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