Chapter 12:
Luckily, almost three years ago, after District 12 was obliterated, the woods were still intact. The little abandoned cottage I liked to visit was still there. That's where Finnick's trident would be for the next twelve years. I'd keep it safe and hidden from everyone else.
When I returned home, Peeta was there. He's home early.
Haymitch was out front on the porch. "Katniss, Sweetheart, I'd be careful if I were you. Peeta had another episode at the bakery." I pushed Haymitch out of the way and walked inside.
"Peeta..." I said. He walked towards me and violently pinned me against the wall, the cool blade of a knife at my throat. "Who are you?!" he barked.
"Katniss."
"You work for the Capitol. Real or not real?"
"Not real."
"Who are you then?!"
"Your wife."
His expression shifted, contorting somewhere between doubt and trust. "You love me. Real or not real?"
"Real." I breathed.
He released his grip on me and dropped the knife. He dropped to the floor, his hands covering his tear-streaked face, screaming in agony. "I hate it! I hate this! The damn Capitol has screwed me up!"
I tried to comfort him. I dropped to my knees and put my arm around him. I cradled him in my lap. "Shhh...Peeta, it's fine." I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair.
He sobbed in my arms and through labored breaths he kept repeating, "Real...real...real..."
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Forgetting The Fire's We've Started
FanfictionAfter the Rebellion, Katniss is left shattered and broken. Luckily, she has Johanna to keep her grounded. Between frequent fights with Peeta and Finnick's upcoming memorial service, things become out of hand quickly.
