Chapter 1

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Katniss POV

I slowly walk back to my house, from just visiting the hob. As I'm just passing Haymitch's house I see a certain blonde man kneeling pm the ground planting something. My mind immediately goes to Peeta. Is that him? Is he back?!

I walk faster than my normal pace trying to see if it's really him. As I approach him he turns around.

"Peeta." I say softly my mind going crazy

He's here. He's really here.

"Katniss. I was just planting these. They are primroses, for prim. I'm so sorry Katniss." He says looking sadly at me

I embrace him in a warm comfort hug.

I love the feeling of his muscular arms wrapping around my body. Making me feel secure and safe. I get the tingle in my stomach once again. From once in the cave, to the beach, and now here. I never want to let go as I start to lay my head in the crook of his neck.

After a couple minutes I slowly pull away take a glance at him. He still has a couple scars but nothing like before. His eyes aren't that cloudy gray they used to be. They are back to his blue orbs that I fall in love with everyday.

I look back behind him at all the primroses he has already planted, and the ones beside him still in the case. They look beautiful as the sun just barely hits them. It reminds me of Prim all over again and how much I miss her.

"Thank you. They are beautiful." I say holding back my tears.

"It's okay Katniss. You can let it all. We all need to." He say referring to the tears I'm holding in.

"No it's okay. I'm going to get going." I say sadly, walking back to my house.

I know Peeta has seen me cry so many times. But right now I don't want him to see me so weak and vulnerable.

These couple of weeks have been so hard without him. At first I wasn't eating at much but Haymitch helped me. 

It doesn't make it any better that my mom hasn't come back at all to see me and maybe will never come back. Along with my sister who I will never see also.

I walk into my messy house, from all the nightmares and crying. I go over and sit on the worn down couch. The one I used to sit on with my mom and Prim. But they are now gone. Forever.

Hey guys! So I hope you like this! It's my first time I writing a story after Mockingjay so I hope you like it! Leave comments and suggestions!

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