In the house, I clean up a bit while dinner is cooking. Luckily, I showered after I went hunting. I put on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that has ruffles on the neck line, and a pair of black 'flatts'. I think that's what Cinna called them. I miss him so much. The hatred for the capitol that I have gotten pretty much under control rises in me. This happens whenever I think of Cinna, or when Peeta has a flashback, when I see Prim in a nightmare, Finnick,Boggs, the rebels I met in the hospital, the list goes on and on. I remind my self the capitol is gone, Snow is gone, and he will never hurt another person I love again. I hear a knock at the door and snap out of my unpleasant thoughts. I walk down the stairs and open the door to find him holding a box of cheese buns and a vase of peonies. "Peeta! They're beautiful!" I say to him. I take the flowers and set them on the table to examine them carefully. As I smell, an instant smile floods my face. The sweet aroma reminds me of of my father. We would go out to the woods every year on my parents anniversary to pick mom peonies and strawberries, her two favorite things. It was something we did ever year, and even though she knew what she come home to, she still seemed as thrilled and appreciative as she did the very first year we did this for her. As I look back on these memories I realize now how hard it must have been for her when he died. I do finally forgive her for leaving me to take care of us. I also realize I was never really left on my own to care for us, I had Gale. He would have starved himself before he saw us go without food. This thought makes me feel guilty that I havent called him since I got back to 12. I was so angry with him, and blamed him for Prim's death. Now however, I see that if he is to blame, then so am I. After all, how could he have know that she was going to be there? I recall when he risked his life to help her save buttercup back in district 13. I will call him tomorrow. He has most likely gotten over me and moved on to another girl. Who knows? Maybe we can all be friends one day, when the memories of the capitol days are far behind us. I certainly hope so. "My favorite." I say, with my nose buried in the flowers. I look up to see him smiling at me. "Thank you for these Peeta, I love them!" I say. "You're welcome." He extends his hand out to mine and I grab ahold of it. He gently pulls me in and kisses my lips.
