I woke up on the sofa in my duvet. I opened my eyes and saw that Peeta was gone. I got up groggily, and headed into the kitchen,
'Peeta,' I groaned, annoyed that he got up so early. But when I got to the kitchen he wasn't there.
'Peeta,' I called louder, searching round the house. And then I got back to where I was and Peeta wasn't there, he was gone.
Still in my pyjamas, I raced out into the bitter cold morning, screaming his name.
'PEETA. PEETA,' he didn't respond and I collapsed onto my knees on the icy path. I smelt liqueur, and knew that Haymitch was here.
'Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?' He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
'Peeta's gone,' I sobbed,' I've lost him.' And then I smelt a cinnamon-bready smell that I love with all my heart, and I felt Peeta's arms around me, lifting me up and taking me to a nearby bench.
'I thought you were gone Peeta, where did you go?' I sobbed, cuddled up against Peeta in the cold.
'I went to get my art supplies, I thought you wouldn't wake up until I came back. I am so sorry Kat.' He held me closer and let me soak his shirt with my tears.
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