Katniss POV
I wake up to the sound of light snoring. Remembering the events of last night I think nothing of it and get out of bed, leaving the warm, comforting feel of Peeta's arms that I could stay in for a lifetime.
I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Looking over the scars on my face and the dark circles that have taken over my under eyes, which my makeup team so expertly kept hidden under all that capital makeup in the years prior to the rebellion.
I slip out of the old shirt and shorts that I had slept in and turn on the shower. I stand under the warm stream, and let my thoughts take over me.
I look down to see hints of blood in the water running down my legs. I hadn't had a period in years, and when they had come they hadn't been heavy enough to show up with water. To me this is a sign of me getting healthy, a sign of recovery, a sign of hope for me and for Peeta.
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To Be Loved (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
FanfictionJoin Peeta and Katniss as they continue their lives in District 12!!!
