Images of the Games flash before my eyes.
I see Rue's death and Prim's. I see Finnick die right in front of me. I hear cries of innocent children before they're viciously murdered. I wake up screaming for them to run. I want comfort from someone, but Peeta's arms are already around me.
I curl up on his lap, clutching his shirt, twisting it with my fingers. Before I can stop myself, I'm crying. He soothes me, and eventually gets up to get me some tea. My eyes shift to the big grandfather clock on our wall. 4:26 a.m. Great.
My tears were dry by the time he was back. As Peeta walked in, he had a cup of herbal tea and a letter. "Ugh, what's this? Another letter from Plutarch?" I groaned. "Actually," Peeta said, handing it to me, "no. Check it out." He said, sipping my tea.
"Hey! That's mine!" I giggled as I reached for the mug. Peeta waved his index finger in my face. "Until you open that letter, it's classified as 'PEETA'S. DO NOT TOUCH.'" He said playfully. "Fine, fine." I said trying to sound angry, but my giggles gave me away. I opened the tucked-in flap of the envelope, signifying that Peeta has already seen it.
As I pull out the paper, I'm surprised to see it's an invitation.
YOU ARE READING
Found
FanfictionKatniss and Peeta are living in joy and live with their two children, Willow and Rye. All is well until a mysterious finding by Rye in the Meadow which leaves Peeta and Katniss paralyzed in shock. Written in Katniss's point of view.
