Peeta and I just lay on the sand watching the sunset all intertwined in each other. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.” Peeta repeats his words he said the night before the Quell. He kisses the top of my head and we just sit and watch the waves and the sunset.
I occasionally look down at my left hand just to make sure all of this is real. As I look at it for about the hundredth time, a tear escapes my eye. As I go to wipe it away, Peeta notices. Lifting up my chin with his finger looking straight into my eyes he says with a laugh, “Now don’t you go chickening out on me, Katniss.”
“Fine, don’t care about your fiancé’s feelings.” I say laughing and not even noticing I said fiancé, it sounds so…so perfect.
“Okay, what’s wrong my lovely fiancé?” Peeta says with a smirk.
“I didn’t say anything was wrong. I just can’t believe you are mine and I am yours. Forever and always.”
“And people said you were only stubborn and good with a bow, but I knew you had a soft spot in you.” Peeta says tickling my stomach and inching his face closer to mine.
“I love you so much.” I say about to kiss him, until I look in his eyes. Peeta’s eyes drift off into an unknown universe. He grabs my hand and removes them from his face, and throws me on the ground.
A/N: TOO MANY CICHES.... IM SORRY
“None of this is real, Peeta. Stay with me. P-please stay with m-me?” I plead, rushing over to Peeta. I grab his wrists. “Peeta st-” The happiest moment of my life gets ruined all because of the damn Capitol and Snow.
“You. Are. A. Mutt. Nothing but a freaking mutt.” Peeta cuts me off. He shoves me off of him back onto the ground. This time he climbs on top of me pinning my feet and hands onto the sand. “You.” He says with his finger inches for my face. “You killed my family. You killed my home. You killed innocent people. And you killed ME!” Peeta repeats this every time he has a flashback, but he never said that I killed him. That hurt me, a lot.
“I know,” is the only thing that escapes my lips, with tears escaping my eyes. I try and escape Peeta’s grip, and when I do I run back to Annie’s house. I know I shouldn’t be upset at Peeta for saying that, because I know they were not his words, they were the Capitols. Part of me is pissed off at Snow for torturing Peeta. And part of me is pissed at myself. If I died in the first Games like I was supposed to, Peeta wouldn’t be in this pain. I will always hate myself for that.
I hear Peeta’s footsteps chasing me, so I just sprint faster and faster until I reach Annie’s house.
I reach the door and I see Annie with a huge grin almost as if she knew Peeta was going to propose tonight, but the smile on her face is instantly turned into a frown. “Where’s Peeta?” She says as I immediately start to cry. “He…he had a flashback and he said I killed him. It’s all my fault, Annie.” I say balling my eyes out. “Shh, Katniss, it’s not your fault, none of it is. It was all the Capitol’s fault, but you took care of that, my dear.” Annie pulls me into a hug and smiles attempting to make me feel better. “Why don’t you go on up to bed and I will go find Peeta?” I shake my head and walk up to the room Annie gave us. It has to be the master because it is HUGE.
I decide to take a shower, to see if that will make my hurting go away. As I step in the shower I just feel like shit. I left my fiancé outside in the dark as he is having a flashback. I almost jump out of the shower to go run and comfort him, but then I remembered I am naked.
When I get out of the shower I just jump into bed, I don’t even bother to put on pajamas. I just lay in bed in this white silk robe. I think of how much Peeta loves when I wear silk. Today has been so emotionally draining as soon as my head hit the pillow, I crash.
I wake up about an hour later, thinking I am back home at my house in Twelve. I open the drawer next to the bed and I pull out a photo album. Being the oblivious person I am I think it is the book Peeta and I made with my mom’s homes remedies, pictures of edible plants and my family, and Peeta’s drawings, but it is a book of Annie and Finnick. I think I should put it away, but my snoopy side wanted to look at it. I see pictures of Finnick and Annie when they were young and didn’t have a care in the world. The next picture I come across is a rare one, it is a picture of Annie and Finnick on her reaping day. I restrain myself from crying as I come across a picture from their wedding day. And that is the last picture in the album. It could have been filled with so many more pictures of Annie, Finnick, and Flynn. But I ruined all of that.
I jump out of bed and run as fast as I can back to the beach.
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So what do you guys think? As I was writing this chapter, i thought it was kind of cliche to write in a flashback where I did, but I thought it would give the story some... excitment, if you will!
xx Madd
