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[17] The Journal

Peeta's POV
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"Okay, prim your room will be the guest room right beside ours," I say as Katniss sets it up.

"Sorry this was just so bazaar and out of notice," prim frowns.

"It's completely fine prim, we'd love to have you here with us." I say reassuring her and touching her shoulder."

"Thanks," she smiles.

Katniss walks over. "This is your house, now, too prim. Feel free to anything you want."

She hugs Katniss and I, "thank you."

"Any time," I reply.
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Prim went to sleep pretty early so Katniss and I had time to ourselves.

"Kat?" I ask as she snuggles into me on the couch.

"Yea?"

"What should we do about our honeymoon?"

"I think we should just push the dates to another time. I don't want to leave prim right away."

"That sounds reasonable,"

"Okay. Well, it's October 6th. Maybe in a couple of weeks? Like at the end of October?" She asks.

"Sure." I find a random date in my head." October 20th we leave. How about that? We stay for a week then we'll be back the 27th." I suggest.

"Good."

Katniss' POV

Peeta and I rest in each other's arms for awhile. "Hey, I'm getting kinda tired. I might go to bed. I have a throbbing headache that Won't go away." He complains.

"I'm sorry babe. Medicine is in the cabinet if you need some. I'll be up in a bit." I frown.

I stand up, give Peeta a hug and a kiss on his forehead and then roams up the stairs.

Soon enough after a few minutes I find myself wandering around my quiet, dim house.

I find Peeta's studio. I don't go in there often because it's usually his personal space where I don't bother him.

My hand grasps the chilled golden doorknob and silently twists it. I succeed in making no sound.

I walk in and scan the wall with my hand to find a light switch. I brush by one to my right, and turn it on.

My eyes take time to adjust to all the amazing colors he has all around. I walk farther in and wander throughout his studio.

I never knew anyone who could sketch or paint like him.

I travel over to his desk where I find a notebook, like a journal or a diary. Peeta's name is embroidered in gold on the front of it.

Should I? No it's his privacy. He'll never know.

I pick up the delicate journal in my hands and open to the 1st page.

May 10th, 2085- reaping day

My life is officially over. I got reaped for the 74th anual hunger games. That is, along with Katniss Everdeen. Maybe she'll notice me now. And like me. We could become friends. Not for long though. I have no chance of winning. I'm just a weak kid who decorates cakes at his family's bakery. I'm going to be everyone's first target.
Goodbye

Oh my god. I can't believe that. I'm heartbroken tears were streaming down my eyes and landing on the journal as I flip to the next page,

May 24th 2085

Katniss and I just won the games! This year for some reason they let us both win. Katniss should've won on her own. No one needs me, my family hates me and I have no friends, she's the only reason I got out of here.

This was the most heartbreaking thing for me to ever read.

I wonder how life is going to be now. As a victor. I know Katniss hates me. I know she kissed me in the cave and saved me and all, but it's not really believable. I just want things to be different between us.

Wow.

I try to flip to see the last time he wrote in it. Yesterday. He still writes in it. I feel bad for reading this. Peeta's had such a rough life.

I shut the journal and put it back where it was and soon enough I'm trudging up the stairs to go to bed.

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Aw that was so sad. Tell me what you guys think about the journal idea! Sorry I haven't updated I've been sick and busy with dance this week- too much at once 😞😒🙄
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