Post Mockingjay Story Cuz I Need This

To Do or Not to Do...

Okay, guys, galls, and non-binary palls! (Sorry, I just watched some Thomas Sanders, I can't help it.) Today, we have...*drumroll*

EVERLARK!! Hope you liked the Hayffie last chapter. Enjoy, and...

May the odds be ever in your favor!

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The sun is about to go down. I wish I could see it as it sets, but the rain has taken dominance over the sky. Maybe, if the sun was setting visibly, he would like to join me? Does he still remember his love of sunsets? I told him about his favorite color, yes. But does he remember the evenings he would spend just watching them on his rooftop?

It's been three days since the whole...fiasco/blessed event.

Fiasco: Peeta had two flashbacks in one day, and from what I heard, really bad ones. Haymitch lost his ear trying to kill himself. I did nothing to try and help Haymitch or Peeta that day. I just sat there, helplessly. Weak.

Blessed Event: Haymitch was okay and actually admitted to loving us. Peeta overcame his flashback, and it wasn't about me being a mutt. He doesn't think I'm a mutt. He opened my eyes. I'm no longer completely incapacitated by my guilt for those who died on my behalf. They only haunt my nightmares now, and while they have been worse at night, I've been relatively...okay during the day. Well, okay okay...'okay' probably isn't the best way to describe how I've been during the day.

During the days, I just sit and look out towards his bedroom window. I'll sit there and wish he were here. A yearning shaking at the very being of my insides. I've become so hyper fixated on his window that I almost don't notice the front door opening and closing.

There he is. Curly, blonde hair that isn't defeated by the downpour, making it look like it's only sprinkling. Piercing blue eyes that I could see from a mile away. And a basket I have come to welcome, as it would signal his return.

Despite it only being a short walk, it feels like it takes years for him to make his way over here. And yet somehow, before I know it he's knocking the door.

It only takes about three seconds before I'm up and scrambling to the door. I open the door with such force it flings against the wall.

"Woah there!" Peeta exclaims. He looks even better in front of me. His hair looks like it's been sprinkled with diamonds, sparkling from the droplets of rain that crown his golden waves. Those multi shaded eyes meet mine and his face splits into a grin. "Hi, Katniss," his voice is breathless like he just ran all the way here. And maybe he did, from the light amount of water on his hair and jacket.

"Hi, Peeta." My voice is equally as breathless. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so busy getting lost in his company. For much longer than probably considered appropriate since it's raining so much, we both just stand there soaking in each other's being. There's a chance we would've been standing there forever if Buttercup hadn't come and brushed against Peeta's leg.

"Oh hello, Buttercup! How have you been?" Casually he sets down his basket, picks him up, and strokes his chest. Buttercup stretches, yawns, and purrs in his arms. I didn't think my jaw could drop so low.

"Wha-how-what?!" This isn't possible! Buttercup doesn't let anyone but...Prim pet him, let alone hold him!

"What?" Peeta asks, oblivious to the anomaly he has created.

"Sorry," I shake my head. "It's just...he never lets anyone pet or hold him."

"Really?" His attention is going between me and the ugly cat that has now started to knead his arm contentedly. "But he looks so happy!"

"I don't know, he's never let me do anything like that with him. Only with..." Peeta nods understandably.

"Have you tried since...?"

Huh, now that I think about it, I never actually tried to pet him after he came back. I believed that he wouldn't let me, that he was just for her and her only. But he was always beckoning me to pet him. He would rub against me, roll onto his back, anything really.

Now I feel awful, he must think I've been ignoring him.

I step closer and gently scratch under his chin. His neck extends and his eyes shut.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper to him. Only then do I realize that I am only about six inches away from Peeta. He's looking at me with such...

Maybe it's how even bluer his eyes look. Maybe it's how there's a bright light in his eyes that he had lost during the rebellion. Maybe it's that smile that is both bursting at the seams and incredibly shy. Maybe it's just the care that appears as he's looking at me that makes me think it, but...

Love. It's such a small word for such a huge meaning. Only four letters. One vowel.

Do I love him? Does he love me? A question so many people that walk this Earth have asked in their mind. To a point where the actual question seems insignificant. Maybe I'm rambling. Because the only thing that's preventing me from moving my mouth just a little bit closer is myself.

To do or not to do...

I know what you're thinking!

They're gonna end the chapter right here to torture us!!

And you are right!

(Sorry, I also just watch The Lego Movie.)

*Wicked laughing activated* MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Okay, peeps! Let me know what you thought and have a good day!

Bye bye!!