1. Greiving...
The cold catches my breaths, freezing the air to my lungs. The dampness on my hair turns to tiny crystals, like some sort of weird Capitol braid I think to myself. My icy hands strain under the slightest movement, and snow slowly trickles like glitter falling from the sky. It's strange how something so warm looking can be so cold. So lifeless. I'm lost in my thoughts now, I barely hear my name called from the house. "Katniss! You'll get sick, come inside.." Peeta's voice soaks into my head, and I realize I forgot my gloves, and jacket. Leaving me in jeans, boots, and a light sweater. I forget the simplest of things these days. I make the slow trudge back inside, almost slipping over, but luckily baker boy caught me. I don't even smile, my lips are numb from cold, yet he kisses me anyway. It warms me from the inside out. He has no idea the effect he has. I realize, we are the reasons we are still here. We fix each other. We make each other better. If we can't, we keep trying. Not that it's easy. Nobody ever said it would be easy. But together, it's bearable, at least sometimes. "Hey" I whisper into his ear when he hugs me close. "why hello" he says back. I suddenly notice the cold creeping up on me. I shudder violently, and pull him inside. As long as we have each we'll have something, someone, or some hope to hold. I stare into the fire, it thaws my mind, makes me remember hot tears fall silently down my face, and Peeta holds me close, but still let's me see the fire, letting me grieve. He mutters words in my ears, "it's okay, it's alright. Even if it's not, I'm here to try make it okay. It will be okay one day. One day Katniss, I promise. Always."
