I don’t even care if I’m making noises right now, as I’m not hunting today. Just leaving the house makes me feel better right now. I’m arriving about 4. But well, I didn’t even try. While I’m strolling through the woods, I notice everything that crosses my path. It hasn’t been raining a lot lately, which means everything is pretty dry, there’s nothing that could have given me a quiet walk at all. But walking quietly isn’t what I want to achieve today – I just want to put some daylight between Peeta and I. First, I have to approach the ledge Gale and I used to meet at. Of course, I miss my best friend, he has always been there for me. Even though we lost contact with each other after the rebellion, we could save our relationship, but still, it never happened to be like it used to be. Both of us has changed. There’s nothing left of those lovebirds, who could finish each other’s sentence. I got to season 3 or 4 and was like, 'But his hair is still all short and fluff- waaaait.' Merken Weitere Informationen unter Uploaded by user. THG - Breakfast for Katniss. THG - Breakfast for Katniss. Home Community Books Hunger Games Best Katniss and Peeta Fanfiction. Best Katniss and Peeta Fanfiction. Actually, it’s clear, because we just grew too much apart. I sink down on the rock we used to sit on. But it feels way too big without Gale next to me. Peeta and Katniss exchanged a look and.Discover (and save!) your own Pins on Pinterest. When you find a really good fanfic. 3k+, favs: 5, follows: 3, updated: 7/20/2015 published: 11/17/2013, Katniss E., Peeta M., Katniss. Fluff and Angst; Summary. And best behaviour meant that Peeta had to smile, be charming - and dance with any woman who. Haymitch talks to Peeta about. The meadow which you hardly can recognize nowaydays, looks incredibly beautiful by dawn. Even though there’s been a lack of rain, everything is green, other people’s lives keep on living under me. The new medicin factory, still incipient, is part of the view, just like other people’s homes. I hardly recognize my district. Has so much time passed?, I wonder. Everything feels new, but also familiar. Sunset should be soon, I think. And just as I expected, I get to see an orange, violet sky, passing over me. That’s the color Peeta would approve, I think. It’s his favorite color, he said, he loves it, because it reminds him of me. The color of sunset is just as complicated as I am – he really has to put in full effort if he wants to paint the sunset on a canvas. He’s right, the color is beautiful. I lose myself to that moment, try to take in everything that could be lost later. I whistle Rue’s song. As if the mockingjays would have been waiting for it, they repeat the song. I hear the melody, that only has four notes, everywhere, wandering around. Summer breeze gives my skin a comforting wamrth, brings the smell of fresh grass into my nose. I don’t know what’s differnt today, but I notice things way more carefully today. It’s like my senses had been asleep for years, so they could wake up today, being stronger than ever before. If there was just a little bit of rain, the drought would vanish quickly, I think. As soon as this thought went through my mind, a raindrop falls down on my nose. I’m pleased, and can’t but laugh cheerfully for a while. If someone saw me right here, they’d probably think I had lost my mind. Sometimes I think that myself – it can’t be that long until I’ll lose it. Raindrops fall down, pattering, onto the dry leaves, a new smell fulfills the air that’s surrounding me. Oh, how much I love it. I keep sitting on my stone, let everything around me happen, enjoy my environment. It’s not just a few raindrops anymore, no, it’s raining pitchforks, a sudden thunder shakes the ground violently. I tug my leather jacket closer, but I don’t move. Why is everything feeling so different lately – but as a reply, I feel a movement in my stomach. It’s so nice to feel you for the first time“, I say, stroking my belly where I just felt the movement. Happiness bewets my eyes, it’s the first time I feel my, no, our baby, stirring in me. My leather jacket is soaked, feels heavy. I feel like the rain washes away part of my past. Every drop erasing one of my sins, every drop makes me feel a little more like a new human, who never committed any crime. I enjoy the rain. I am unable to tell if it’s rain or tears strolling down my face. I feel free, like never before, like a new human, free from sins, free from old charges and most important: free from the Capitol! Our baby will be born in a free world, she’ll never have to go through what we had to, I tell myself. It’s not just a dream, it’s a confident hope. I’d do anything to make this hope be real. I’m overwhelmed by the need to walk home right now, telling Peeta his baby moved. I stand up and go home decisively. The leaves are soaked, now I am able to walk through the woods quietly again. Then, I see the first doe this year, I’d call it hunter’s instinct. I insert an arrow silently to the string, but then I get a glimpse of the calf right behind her. But it’s not just that what makes me lower the bow. I don’t wanna spill blood today. Not on a day, I finally recognize my freedom, my baby finally shows herself. I also want this calf to be protected by its mother, living peacefully, in safety. Outdoors, where it’s fully of harmony. The last sunray just disappeared below the horizon. It’s just now that I notice I’m still walking, but I can catch a glimpse of our house already. Those last few yards feel like an eternity right now. I’m not going to make it until home, I think involuntarily. What a stupid thought, I tell myself. I open the door, let bow and arrows drop immediately on the floor and look for my husband. My perfect husband. I let myself repeat the words in my head, how beautifully it sounds like. We just got married. I just needed a little space from Peeta today as he is so over- caring, it nearly felt like I’d drown in it. Ever since I told him I’m pregnant, it’s gotten even more than before. He overwhelms me with love, everything he does just proves to me I’d never deserve him. Those are just words that were said during hours, filled with alcohol. But they still hurt me, whenever I remember them, and they make me feel like I can’t breathe. Probably because it’s so true? They don’t allow me in any way that I feel loved. Why would I not deserve him? Why am I not entitled to feel loved? I’m just a woman who loves her husband endlessly. I love him, I love us, I love my life, so what’s stopping me from being happy, I ask myself. My past that’s just been washed away from me by the rain, I tell myself. For the first time ever, I allow myself to feel happy, to feel loved. Why wouldn’t I? I pad through the house, still looking for him. He’s in the kitchen, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The house smells like fresh bread that was just taken out of the oven, I see the cheese buns that he just put on the pantry so they cool down. He opens his blue eyes widely, telling me a little reproachfully: . Why are you soaking wet? You can’t go out like that in your condition. Did you want to catch your death?“I’m just taken by his beauty, not able to object. I always thought the initial infatuation would vanish after a while, but it never did. I’m more than ever before in love with this man. He puts his cup on the pantry, walks towards me and removes my wet jacket, lets it drop on the chair. I feel the tears strolling down my face, uncontrollably. My hormones play a desperate game with me that I’d never be able to win. Peeta looks at me, worried, and asks me carefully while whiping away my tears with his thump. I’m sorry for being a little harsh.“His hands, that are as warm as the loaves of bread from back then, feel so loving familar on my cold cheek. His wonderful voice gets under my skin which gives me goose bumps. I rediscover my voice, telling him with a tremendous voice, breathlessly: . He asks me doubtfully, . Well, only in case you like it“. He’s putting his arms around me, pulling me closer. He doesn’t seem to bother about my soaked clothes. He strokes my wet hair with one hand, the other holds me close. I feel smaller than ever during moments like this, feel like he’s more important than ever. He’s my rock, my partner, fellow in misery. He lets me cry when I need it, and I can just let it happen. After a little bit, he whispers “Now, tell me.” I tell him “Hope.”. Katniss, Peeta and chibi Hope: How I imagine Hope.
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