Everlarks | Happy Ever After

Discovery

I slowly walked through the grounds in my red leather jacket, the pheasant I had just shot hanging at my waist. My hand gripped it's still, un living legs as it gently swung to the rhythm of my pace. My head faced the ground, my thoughts swarmed my mind which mostly consisted of him. Peeta Mellark.

Peeta was my first love, I like to remember it that way. My guess is that he's up at the Capitol, reading a romance book or admiring the sunset glow. He really was perfect, the way he put up with me and treated me. He saved me, so I saved him in both of the Hunger Games.

I was never really a romantic, but ever since I left him my heart ached for him. I never imaged the hole in my heart since I lost him. I had kissed him before, multiple times in the Hunger Games. "Star Crossed Lovers" was our nickname. Sounds quite ironic actually, astrology and me mixing. Doesn't quite make sense.

As I trudged along the stony path, I saw a young boy. Golden, fluffy hair and a white vest was all I could see, for he was digging something, or perhaps planting something. He must have heard me or my gasp because he jerked around, his face showing silent concern. Peeta. It was Peeta. I sprinted forward, dropping the shitty pheasant and threw my arms around him.

He seemed quite startled, but he hugged me all the same. I pressed my face on his cotton shirt and just breathed. I was home. I pulled away and stared at his perfect face, taking it that it was really him, my
love Peeta Mellark.