Chapter 5:
After a few moments, or maybe a few hours, I ease back and look into Peeta's blue eyes. "You remember?" I ask quietly. But no sooner have the words left my lips that something in Peeta's eyes change. They become clouded again, and distant. "Peeta..." I say softly. Suddenly his arms, once a comfort push me roughly away. I fall back into my desk from the force of his push. Slipping I hit my head on the desk chair and fall to the floor with a gasp. Even though I usually have a high pain tolerance a sob escapes my lips. I cried out more from the pain of Peeta's highjacking returning as opposed to the physical pain I felt. Peeta's head jerks towards my direction and focus on me on the floor. His eyes clear and he quickly kneels beside me. "Oh Katniss," he says. He turns his face towards the floor refusing to look at me. I just sit there numbly. When he finally looks up I see tears are streaming down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry," he croaks. Paralyzed, I cannot even speak to comfort him. Because what comfort would it be to him or myself? We are two people who want to be together, yet simply cannot. What could I say to make anything better ever again?
