The Savior

Chapter 1

I started to let a few tears flow, until there were no more tears. The world was not what it used to be, and I was glad there were no more hunger games, but a part of me wished they'd continue, and a part of me wished Peeta would've died in the 74th Hunger Games.

Prim was my sunshine. She made everything better. Always looking on the bright side, no matter how bad the situation.

Now, I sit cross-legged on the meadow where my father used to take Prim and I. The meadow always reminded me of them. It's been a year since the rebellion, and not one day has passed of me forgetting about Prim, my father, Rue, and everyone who died because of me.

Slowly, I walked back to the Victory Village. Peeta and I haven't talked since the rebellion. God, I miss him so much. Occasionally, we give a few hellos, but that's it. Haymitch, Peeta and I are the only ones who live in District 12. Haymitch went to the Capitol to visit Effie for a week. He left yesterday.

I had begged Haymitch to stay, or to let me come with him. He had told me I'd be fine, and it's only a week. Well, this will be the longest week if my life. I thought.

When I got home, it was 7:00. I was starving, but I didn't go hunting. My stomach churned, demanding food. A sweet, exotic smell filled my nostrils. It was coming from Peeta's house. Quietly, I slightly moved my curtain to the right and peered in Peeta's window.

He was making my favorite food ever. Cheese buns. For a moment, my hunger faded. It was replaced by my beating heart. I focused on Peeta, the way his arms clenched when he rolled dough, the determination on his face. And his lips, oh, his lips. I forget how they felt. Lightly, I put a finger to my lips, as if I could still taster Peeta's kisses. I was in a daze.

When I looked back up, Peeta was staring at me, with marvelous blue eyes. I jumped back, surprised. The smallest smile spreads across Peeta's face. I desperately want to go to his house, run in his arms and cry hysterically, but I knew I couldn't do that. I was scared I'd get attached to him and somehow he'd get taken away from me, just like everyone else. But my heart took control. I found myself running to Peeta's house, and my hand knocking hardly on the door.

For a minute, there was no answer. Then came his voice.

"Who is it?"

I almost found myself laughing. Him and I were the only people in District 12.

"Who do you think it is?"

There was a pause.

"Peeta, it's me," I whisper.

Another pause.

Peeta slowly opened the door, and his eyes met mine. I looked away quickly, and scratched my arm, the way I always did when I was nervous. I caught him raise an eyebrow, and we stood there awkwardly for a minute.

I broke the silence. "Peeta... ca- may I come in?

"S-sure," he says, obviously taken aback.

I walk into his house and hear the door shut behind him. I force myself to look away from him.

"You can sit anywhere, I don't mind."

He's such a gentlemen.

I take a seat on the couch, and Peeta brings me a tray of cheese buns.

"I remember they were you're favorite," he whispers, though, there was no shyness in his voice.

I lurch for one, until I realize I didn't thank him. God why do I have to be so rude?

"Thank you Peeta," I say.

He takes a seat across from me, even though there was much room on the couch. This ruins my appetite, and I put the cheese bun down. He's not even looking at me. Do I really disgust him that much?