My night was relatively ok. President Snow made an appearance in my dream. He was strapped to the whipping post in the town square. His laugh was daunting and spurts of blood escaped his mouth with each wrenching breath he took.

"It's not over, Everdeen." He muttered, revealing his bloodstained teeth and tongue. I winced at the sight and loaded my bow, ready to make the final shot.

"It's never over." He growled and as he spat about a clot of blood, I released my arrow. But my dream stopped before the arrow would pierce his heart. And that's what always infuriated me.

I woke up, and immediately heard the clatter in the kitchen. But it wasn't the occasional, spoon-hits-bowl-as-you-mix, type of clatter. It was as if someone dropped an entire set of pots. They echoed throughout the house and I could hear low murmurs coming from him.

As soon as I realized what was happening, I jumped out of bed and sprinted downstairs. As I turned the corner to get to the kitchen, I saw him clutching the back of a chair. His eyes were stone, yet there was a sliver of something else. Whatever it was, I could tell he was fighting the thoughts that played in his head.

"Peeta! Shh! It's okay!" I tried to comfort him, but I didn't know if that would even help him at all. I had to stay calm.

He murmured something under his breath.

"Mutt!"

"Peeta, No! It's not real!" My attempts to stay calm were failing.

"It's just a flashback! Shh, it's okay!"

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it in mine.

"It's okay! Shh! It's just a flashback!"

His eyes started to soften, and he leaned less on the chair.

"K-Katniss?" His voice cracked as he looked to me for assurance.

He rubbed his head and exhaled deeply, not letting go of my hand.

"You're okay. It's not your fault."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His eyes filled with worry.

"No, I'm okay."

"Good, because if I ever hurt you in any way, I would-"

I stopped him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Peeta, don't feel bad. If you ever did hurt me because of a flashback, just know that it wouldn't be your fault, and I would forgive you."

"You would?" He took my hands in his and his blue eyes looked into mine.

"Absolutely."

The rest of the day went smoothly. No flashbacks, no chaos. We decided to listen to some of the old music from the package. The CDs came with a player, which looked pretty new, considering that nobody had used one for centuries. We took out an album called '2016s Greatest Hits.' The music was different than what me and Peeta were used to. We were used to classical songs or melodies. This was a whole new world of remixed sounds and beats. Me and Peeta both immediately liked this one band. I believe they were called 'Twenty One Pilots.' I guess it was because we could both relate to the lyrics. My favorite song out of all of them was 'Tear in my Heart.' Peeta liked it too. One lyrics says "She's the tear in my heart. I'm on fire." This reminded us of our past, with the fire costumes that Cinna had made. Oh, Cinna. He would just love the stuff in our package. In that moment, I longed for him to be here with us.

My thoughts were disturbed when Peeta started to sing along with the track.

"She's the tear in my heart. I'm alive!"

"She's the tear in my heart. I'm on fire." He

"She's the tear in my heart. Take me higher!"

"Than I've ever been!"

"My heart is my armor!"

"She's the tear in my heart!"

"She's a carver!" He smirked at me and motioned over to the bow I whittled.

"She's a butcher with smile!" He pointed to the squirrel that I hunted earlier. I laughed.

"Cut me farther."

"Than I've ever been!"

He sang the last verse with such emotion and pecked the top of my head.

"Peeta Mellark. I had no idea you had it in you!" I teased.

"Well, I had inspiration from you and the Valley Song."