I try enjoying Annie's final two days in Twelve but it's hard because all I can think about is how hurt Peeta had looked when I redirected that kiss. He still woke me when I had nightmares and stayed but I could feel how he felt radiating off of him and onto me, Annie noticed the tension on her last day and confronted me about it, I babbled out what happened and how I feel about Peeta, I begged her for advice but all she told me was that "it was obvious" which didn't help. I feel extremely bad for how I lead him on like that, I should've just told him then but I didn't.
Peeta and I walk Annie to the station where her train waits for people to board it, she hugs Peeta and whispers something in his ear which he nods at, she then comes to me and hugs me too but she offers me one piece of advice before she boards and it clears everything up for me when she whispers it in my ear
"Don't lose sight of the precious love sitting right in front of you" she whispers, I nod at her and with one last goodbye she walks on the train, it leaves and we stand there until it's out of eyes view, we walk back in silence
"I uh... I think I'm going to just go hunting for a while" I say, Peeta gives a small smile and nods. Getting in the forest I feel a lot more calmer and I take my frustration out on some animals for meat, I sit on a near by boulder with a sigh as I work out how the conversation will play out when I admit to Peeta about my feelings towards him, I think at how if Prim were here then she'd be the one to really help me see my feelings towards Peeta are real and I need to tell him about it.
I never expected this to happen, I never wanted to develop feelings for anyone, I would've died happily alone without a family of my own. It was always Prim who I knew would make a family of her own, follow in my mother's footsteps and become a healer but it was all taken from her in one moment and she didn't deserve to die so young, not when she had her whole life to live, I should've been the one to be blown to bits but life is just cruel enough to take away one of the last good things in my life. Even over time, I won't get over my little sister's death, I'll always be effected as days pass by without her in them and I will never get over her death... I look around me, surrounded by trees, I take in the spring air and a small smile plays on my lips, right now, the woods is the only place that makes me smile.
Walking through town I go into the bakery so I can talk to Peeta, I approach Rory who stands behind the counter, stocking the glass box with baked delights, he sees me and quickly finishes up before straightening up
"Hey Rory, could you get Peeta for me?" I ask but he raises his eyebrow
"I thought he was with you. He hasn't come in at all today" he replies, I look at him weirdly, but I remember Peeta saying that he was going in today... where did he go then? Rory gives me a look of concern but I give him a reassuring smile
"It's okay. He's probably at my house, don't worry" I say, my heart is racing when I enter the victors village but when I do, Haymich is outside his house and sighs as I enter, I approach him with a wary look
"What's wrong Haymitch?" I ask
"Just that I've got Peeta in my house, locked away in a bedroom. Doesn't sound good to me" I push past him and it's silent, I walk up the stairs slowly and go to the door Haymitch said he's in. I approach it and knock softly but I hear nothing, I try turning the handle but it doesn't budge and so I knock again
"Peeta? It's Katniss. Open the door" I say softly but it's silent again
"Peeta? Please, open the door" I beg and this time I hear his voice
"I'm okay... just, you can go back to your place. I'm fine here" his voice is close like he's right against the door
"Just let me in. Tell me what happened" I reply
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Piece By Piece {Completed}
FanfictionIt's been months since the rebellion and Katniss is still trying to mend herself. She feels alone and on the break of no longer living. That is until a familiar face slowly brings her back and she learns that life isn't always cruel, her world, is c...