Dandelion Threads

The Hunger Games. A story all told from one mockingjay's point of view. But even she can't tell what's behind those steady blue eyes, those inviting arms. Because that's only Peeta Mellark's story to tell.

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I painted quietly, my brush stroking delicately on the soft white canvas. I noticed her watching me, and I turned to look at her. Katniss was startled, but I wasn't. A thought hit me right as she turned away- a sudden realization- that every single moment of our lives are infinite threads- that we can tug one and it will send us into another intricate web- no, painting, of our lives. Our lives are all tapestries- twisting and curling every second- and it all depends on our choices.

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He's always been forgotten- relegated to the wings. But for the first time... Peeta feels ready, after the rebellion's over, and he's sitting next to Katniss and their children on this picnic blanket. Ready to tell all of his pain, ready to share what he's been through, ready to share his side.