Chapter Eighty-Six

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Katniss POV-

"Do you have a roommate?" Peeta asks.

I take the slip of paper from my pocket, "Bristol Brown is my roommate." I say reading the unfamiliar name on the paper.

"Oh, hey! Look." Peeta says excitedly while taking something out of the box.

My face lights up at the sight of it, my dandelion picture.

The dandelion painting Peeta made me almost completely two years back that used to hang above the couch in our living room along side my painting.

"I know the perfect place for this." Peeta says gracefully standing up. He goes over to my bed and jumps up on the top, taking a tack from his pocket that we had been using and hangs the painting perfectly above my bed.

He jumps back down and takes a gander at the picture. He gives me a satisfied smile and I walk over and wrap my arms around him.

"I love you." I smirk.

His grip on me tightens, "I love you too." He  whispers and kisses my lips softly.

I kiss back.

It's the first kiss we have shared in a while it seems.

Soon my arms find their way to his hair and his go to my waist.

"Woah!" I hear a girl shrill.

Peeta POV- (On the phone with Gale)

"Hey, Peeta. Have you heard anything from Katniss?"

"No, I was calling to see if maybe you had." I sigh.

Gale sighs too, "No. Nothing."

"Well, don't feel bad. No one has."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"No but it's not yours either. It's just something that happens." He says.

I shrug my shoulders, "Between Katniss and I, we don't have any good luck."

"Finding each other was good luck."

"Yes but it looks like our luck just ran out."

Gale takes a deep breath, "Only if you believe it. If you don't, then maybe things will turn around for you."

"You've never been too big on the optimistic stuff." I say.

"And you've never been the pessimistic type."

"Valid point, I guess."

"I hope you find her."

"If I knew where to look. Maybe if she still had her memories then this would be easier but she doesn't. She could be anywhere."

"Try not to look in places she'd normally be."

"What if I overlook a place I have suspicions about and she's there?"

"But what if you don't give a chance to the thousands of other places she could be. You could just as easily miss her."

Katniss POV-

I see a girl with brown hair, it's straight and her eyes are brown too. Her skin is tan and she is really tiny all over.

"I'm so sorry." I say flushed and look over to Peeta who looks the same way I feel.

"It's fine! Um, I am Bristol." The girl says and steps forward and holds her hand out to me.

"Katniss." I say shaking her hand.

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