"PEETA? PEETA! PEETA NO! PEETA WHERE ARE YOU?"
It's the same dream.
Over
And over
And
Over
Again
A boy named Peeta.
A boy crowned with golden hair and starry blue eyes.
In my dreams, he always holds in his strong arms.
It felt like nothing in the world could break us.
Like we were invincible.
But we weren't.
He wasn't.
At least, that's what I know.
I do not know Peeta.
In my dreams, it seems like--feels like--I do.
But I only know that he has blonde hair and blue eyes and strong arms and that he loves me.
But when I wake,
I remember that I do not remember Peeta at all, not a single detail.
Not since that Hovercraft that was supposed to rescue me from the Quarter Quell's Arena, was bombed down by the Capitol.
