Sorry for the long wait, but I've been so busy, i cannot even tell you! Anyways, i need my TFIOS movie and i need it now!!!! Dont come near me and not expect me to not bring it up.
BTW, have y'all seen all of the bts pics and scenes from MJ 2? i have and Anyway, the wait for MJ 1 trailer is killing me, I. NEED. IT.
Thank y'all for almost 4K reads, holy holy...
xx Madd (i apoligize for this boring and short chapter, i just have to build)
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I can’t see Peeta in my vision anymore, so I decide to play with him a little more. I find a few flowers by my feet. As I start to run, I pick the petals off and leave them to land wherever their little flower-heart’s desire. Hopefully Peeta notices my effort to lead him to me.
After about five minutes of running I reach my favorite place other than my woods, the lake. I take the last petal and watch it flutter to the ground.
With each white petal I drop I think of how my father showed me this path. He was the one who taught me hunt. He was the one who taught me a song that my mother forbade, the one special thing we shared. He was the one who taught me how to swim. He was the one that taught me how to care. He was the one that taught me how to love. I often wonder what my life would be like if he was still here with me, in the flesh.
“I was waiting for you to show up.” I hear forcing me out of my thoughts, and I start hyperventilating. I turn around and see Peeta walking towards me.
“Oh… my…gosh,” I say doubled over in between breaths. “How’d you know I would come here?”
“You only have two hiding places.”
“Hiding places?”
“Yes, hiding places.” Peeta smiles.
“That means you didn’t see the flower petal path I left for you.” I say disappointed.
“I’m sorry,” Peeta falsely says kissing my forehead. After a pause Peeta asks, “Did I take you back to the real world or something?”
“No, I was just, uh, I was just thinking… I was thinking about my dad.” I say walking over to the water’s edge taking my usual seat. Peeta follows and sits behind me beginning to braid my knotty hair. Out of nowhere I begin to tell Peeta a story of me and my father.
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“Daddy come on, come on, come on.” I said grabbing my dad’s hand. He swung me in the air and put me on his shoulders. In no time we made it to our safe haven, our lake.
No one else but us knew about the lake, with maybe the exception of mother. All we did at the lake was swim and sing. Nothing less. Nothing more. That’s the way it always had been, and that’s how it ended.
That was our last day swimming and singing at our lake together.
Dark crept up on us just like that. We had the same routine every night. My father tucked me in and sang softly “The Valley Song”. ‘I love you’ was said by both and he added, ‘No matter what’ and I responded, ‘No matter what’.
Little did I know that those were the last words I would ever hear him speak.
The next day I tried to stay strong for my mother and Her, just like my dad would have wanted me to. I didn’t even have time to mourn myself. I spent all day being a comforter, meanwhile I had to, no I wanted to, save my tears for myself. I thought crying made me weak, so I refused and vowed to myself never to cry in front of people. I made sure She was in bed, I ran straight for my woods. Then, I allowed myself to cry. After my eyes were cried out dry, the words began to slip out of my mouth,
