When our eyes met, the memories all came rushing back. From throwing her the bread to saying goodbye at the Lightening Tree to the red plaid dress on the first day of Kindergarten. I remembered it all so much clearer, the shiny memories seemed to fade to so much dimmer terrors. But she's nearly dead. How can I convince her to go on, that life is still worth living. How can I reignite the fire that burns in the eyes of Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, without getting burned in the process. (My second After Mockingjay story. I just want to make one a little more true to the books. This is not discontinuing Help Me Make It Through The Night and Here I Go Again. I just want to write a different view of what could have happened.)

This is my first fanfic but here it goes. Katniss can no longer fight the feeling inside her. The feeling of true pure love for her boy with the bread. When nightmares plague her dreams she knows that he's the only one who can help. See how Katniss and Peeta grow back together in my interpretation of what happened after Peeta planted the primroses.

Peeta Mellark doesn't have a chance when he's called up to be in the 74th Hunger Games. But when the girl of his dreams walks into the Justice Building to wish him good luck, he might just be in luck. - Katniss wasn't called; Prim wasn't called. They are safe for another year. But Peeta isn't. He saved her life once, seeing him before he leaves just might save his. ~ *short story* (Competed) Open 30 December 2015 Rewritten 16 October 2019