Peeta~Bet On It

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I can hear the faint noise of someone crying in a room when I pass through in the hall. I knock on the door, hoping to comfort whoever sits behind the door. 

The newest tribute opens up the door. His eyes are red and puffy, his breathing still heavy. 

"Can I help you?" He manages to get out. 

"I heard you," I say, "I wanted to see if you are okay?" I say softly. 

"Not really to be honest." He shakes his head looking down. 

He opens the door more and I take that as a cue to step inside. I walk over to the seat by the window and he follows, sitting across from me.

"Want to talk about it?" I ask. 

"I don't know. What would it help?" He asks. 

"Maybe to tell someone how you feel. Just to let it all out." 

He thinks for a second. His breathing has slowed and he doesn't seem to be crying anymore. 

"I just feel like I'm such a waste. I never lived my life while I still had one and here I am being sent to the Capital. I have to go into an arena and kill or be killed. Either way I lose. Whether it be my mind or my body. I'm not even sure which is worse." He shrugs. 

"You aren't a waste. If you were a waste I wouldn't have stopped to check on you. Your life isn't over. You need to fight and try to move forward." I put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. 

He seems to take my words to heart, thinking hard while starring off in space. 

"My names Peeta by the way" He tells me. 

"(Y/n), I'm a cook for the capital. You're from district twelve right?" 

He nods before looking out the window. This causes me to turn and look too. It's truly beautiful, watching it set behind the trees leaving the sky a mix of new colors. 

"I love the sunset" We both say simultaneously. 

We both laugh at our matching comment. We sit in silence for a while just making small talk. Or plainly not talking at all. The silence was comfortable. 

"Well, I have to get back to cooking. All of these tribute need to eat." I laugh while walking over to the door. 

I stop before I actually reach the door. 

"If you need anything Peeta, please let me know."

"Thanks, (Y/n)."

"Good luck if I don't see you before the games." I open the door to leave. 

"Thanks, I won't win but thanks anyway." He shrugs with a tight lipped smile. 

"I'm not so sure, I wouldn't bet on it." I grin. 

"Why's that?" He questions. 

"Because Peeta, you've got heart. You can do this. Also-"

I hesitate. Screw it. Might as well. 

I lean forward to kiss Peeta. I may have met him recently but we had a connection. He must've felt it too because he kisses me back just as passionately as I was. 

"-you have me to come back home to" 

I rush away without giving Peeta a chance to respond. 


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