*Author Note: Hi Readers! In an effort to not post more than one chapter to a story per day, I have started a new story. I hope that you enjoy this idea. Katniss is strong and stubborn in this story, just a little more in her feels when she is in her own thoughts. I do not own the characters or Hunger Games just the plot. ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1*

Peeta's P.O.V.

They say that you know when you find the one person that makes your heart whole. That there is a feeling you get. For the first time in your life, you feel complete. Like the final piece of the puzzle of your life has been placed. Until you meet the one person you are destined to be with the world is black and white, literally. You cannot see color until you meet. I have heard rumors that colors are fantastic. That some people when they finally see them, they start to cry from the beauty of it all.

I mind my own business walking the halls of Panem University. As always, we all look the same. Everyone is grey shirts, pants and everyone either has black or white hair. There isn't much shading happening. By those that have found their soulmate, I have been told that I have what they call blonde hair. To one that has not found their perfect match my hair presents itself as white. My buddy Finnick isn't much worried about finding his soulmate. He dates who he wants and gets what he wants from them. He too has white hair. Madge is adamant to locate her soulmate. She vowed to not date a single guy until she sees him. She wants him to be her first for everything. Johanna is hard core and claims that she doesn't believe in the whole soulmate thing. That she thinks that everyone that can see color is making it up and they are all living a lie. I mean I can't blame her, I have lived for 21 years and never seen color.

I am a lot like Madge. No one else knows this but I am saving all my firsts for her too. One day I will meet her. Who knows when that day will be, but I will. It will be a fantastic day when that happens, and we will enjoy color together. Our teachers that have been soulmate matched attempt each year to describe color to us. They try to rub off the beauty of it all to us in some way, but they always fall short. For instance, our government professor, professor Trinket wears these elaborate wigs that she claims are beautiful colors that are lost to us as we see simple black, white and grey. To me the hair that she claims is 'lime green' just looks white. I don't even know what 'lime green' means.

Another professor, Professor Abernathy who likes to be called by his first name, Haymitch who teaches sports management tries to have us do projects that incorporate color for us all to fail miserably. Haymitch is Professor Trinket's soulmate match. Which is quite humorous because they just don't really seem like a good fit. He is rough around the edges, and she is all proper and dainty.

A boy named Thresh, that I sometimes study with because he is in my advanced sciences class, claims to have met his match. He often talks about colors and how vibrant they are. The only problem is that I don't believe him. I don't believe him because he claims that he can't bring his match to meet any of his friends. Usually if someone has met their match, they can't stand much time apart from them. The universe continually pushes them together even if they can't stand one another.

Katniss' P.O.V.

Today I start my first day at my brand-new college. I am scared. The decision to move schools was a big step for my friends and I, but it was a necessary one. Everything I do, I do for Prim. My friends Gale and Annie transfer with me. I am thankful for such friends.

The think about college is you don't much have classes with your friends, not really. It's more because you have different interests and desire different degrees also this school is massive. The lecture halls hold 100 plus students inside so even if we did have class together it is not as if we would actually be able to find one another. My first teacher is a high-spirited professor named Trinket. She had a wild hairdo atop her head, and she described the color. I wish people wouldn't do that as much. You know, rub in the fact that they are happy. Those of us who haven't found our soulmate I think in a kind of way mourn for them. I think my heart breaks a little more each time I look at a guy in the eyes and I find out that he is not the one.

I numbingly go through classes and school as I always do. Keeping my head down and minding my own business. I don't need any distractions or any reason to not do what I am supposed to. I will work hard and make a living for my family. Prim is counting on me. Here at Panem University I have a scholarship for school, and I swim competitively for the school swim team. All the extra money goes right back to Prim.

Peeta's P.O.V.

My parents want me to go into the family business, baking. Not that I am not good at it, because I am, I am a pretty good baker. I just want to be an artist. I have always loved designing and decorating the cakes at the bakery. I know how that sounds. Someone who cannot even see colors being an artist and decorating things. There is just something about it that brings me joy. But my brothers Rye and Naan have followed in my father's footsteps and joined the family business. I would be 'breaking their hearts' if I didn't as well.

Honestly all of that makes me want to roll my eyes. There are plenty of Mellark's tending to the family bakery. I got the scholarship to come to Panem University and I am going to get the degree that I want, not the degree my parents desire for me. That is one of the reasons that I am here, the other is to find that puzzle piece. There was no one left back home. I wasn't finding her there, so I needed to broaden my area of search.

My parents are the product of finding their soulmate. My mother has had a lot happen to her since she met my father, but father used to tell me stories about how they met. How happy my mother had been how they shared their experience seeing color for the first time with each other. But she is now bitter and angry often and you cannot see that bright spirit in her anymore, nevertheless my father adores her. He seems to be the only one that can make her happy. Maybe it is because of the past before my brothers, and I were born or maybe it's because my brothers and I haven't given them any grandchildren yet whatever the reason it was enough for me to find my dream girl elsewhere.

*Author Note: Hi readers. I hope that you liked this first chapter. Please comment your thoughts. Thanks! ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1*