Chapter 11:
Peeta and I finish our breakfast together, and then Peeta decides to go visit Haymitch. "I can clean up," I say smiling. Peeta nods and laces his fingers through mine, catching me as I stand up. "I'll be back afterwards," he says with a twinkle in his blue eyes. I want to kiss him right there when I see the eyes I remember, but I refrain. I remembered kissing Gale and thinking only on how much I needed Peeta there. That makes me want to go to him more, but I know we have to take things slow. After Peeta leaves I begin scooping up dishes and putting them in the sink. As I turn on the warm water and fill the sink, I swish my hands in the soapy water. I scrub absentmindedly at the grease on the pans and let my mind shift to Peeta and mine's relationship now. I don't know where our limits are now. I don't know what will spark highjack mode. I don't know how to remind him of the good times we've had. "It's like we have to get to know each other all over again," I think to myself. I remember a man that came to my mother once, after a mining accident in District 12. He had fallen several stories in the mine and although my mother was able to save him, he lost his memory. I remembered his wife sobbing and the man sitting almost indifferently beside her, patting her shoulder stiffly, trying to provide comfort. I shiver thinking of that poor women, who had no one to grieve with her since her husband barely knew her. But Peeta wasn't like that. He remembered most of the time. And he wanted to remember.
