Wow. I completely forgot about this account. I know this isn't the longest chapter but enjoy! Have a good day.

Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns The Hunger Games trilogy and its characters.

Peeta P.O.V

I breathe in the air of my home District as I step off the train platform. I cannot believe that I'm really back. For some reason or another, the memories from District 12 don't hit me as I expected. All I can think about is her.

My body fills with jitters as I imagine our reunion. From what I've heard, she isn't doing too well. Not sleeping, not eating, barely living. Hell, Haymitch tells me Katniss hasn't seen the sun in weeks. I pain as I hear these things. All I want to do is grab her and comfort her. She deserves way more than me, but I'm a selfish man when it comes to her. I'm determined to win her back. I'll do whatever it takes.

I start walking towards Victor's Village when suddenly, I remember. Prim. Shit, how could I have forgotten? The sweet little girl who did nothing but bring joy to everyone around her. The poor soul who died so quickly in a bomb explosion. She did nothing to deserve such a gruesome death. All she wanted to do was help cure the world. And in return what did she get? I'm not a guy who usually roots for violence, but at this moment I wish for nothing more but to hurt Snow. He's dead, but hey, I can still wish.

Katniss must be devastated. Prim and her were best friends. They loved each other to the stars. I wouldn't blame Katniss for wanting to join her. Slow down there Peeta... Katniss would never be so selfish as to want to die. She surely knows how many people look up to her. For damn sakes, she saved a whole country from destruction.

When I finally reach my home with no distractions, I feel empty. The house in front of me looks so empty. It looks.. dead. I sigh as I open my door. The smell of dust hits me full force as I stare into my abandoned home. Everything looks the same way as I left it on Reaping Day. The furniture is still there, the pictures are still hanging, the memories are still there. The fear is still there.

Somehow, I manage to walk past the living area to the kitchen. I fill with happiness as I see all my baking utensils still in place. I can't remember the last time I baked something. Wait, what happened to my parents bakery? Surely it was destroyed in the bomb raid. There goes another reason to avoid the town square.

The day passes quickly with me occasionally looking at the house across the road from mine. No movement occurs all day. Not even one light flickers on as night approaches. I ache to go there and see her. I'm tempted every time I look through the window, but I know it's too early. I just got here. I'm most likely not thinking rationally. But dammit, I want to hold her. I decide then and there to take things slow. I'd most likely scare her off if I approached her with such intensity. The last thing I'd want to do is lose her again. The Man Upstairs is giving me a second chance, and I'm not about to spoil it.

Fixing myself dinner with whatever food was still edible and putting everything away, I decide there's nothing else to do but attempt to sleep. Heading upstairs, I feel as if I'm climbing to my personal hell. I hate sleeping. Always waking up soaked through my shirt, I see the remnants of my nightmare still playing in my head. All of my nightmares include Katniss; whether it be her being tortured or to her hurting herself. Tonight most likely will be the worst night of all. Knowing that Katniss is right across the road. Not knowing if she's okay or not. I brace myself for a night of terror and close my eyes.

"Peeta help me! Peeta please save me! What are you doing? Stop them! Peeta please! I thought you loved me." Katniss looks at me as I see her being cornered by Peacekeepers holding deadly firearms. I see fear, pain and.. Betrayal. I come to my senses and run to her.

Every step I take towards her, it seems she gets further and further away. After what feels like running for hours, I'm forced to do nothing but watch. Katniss continues to cry out for me as I stand there and watch the love of my life in pain. The tears fall naturally down my face as I see blood spilling out of her. Still screaming for me to save her, I watch as a Peacekeeper takes a out a lethal-looking knife.

My heart skips a beat as I see him nearing Katniss. I run the hardest I ever have to her, but to no avail. Katniss' screams of agony pierce my body as she is viciously stabbed in the chest. Katniss looks at me for one last time, tears in her eyes, and mouths "Save me".

I wake with a frightening start. I push myself up on the headboard and remove my soaked shirt. I start breathing harshly as images of the nightmare refill my mind. I get still as a statue as I vision the face my dear Katniss made when that Peacekeeper... I don't even want to think about it. Tears continue to cascade down my face as I poorly attempt to calm my body down. I know the only way I can fully regain control of my body is to know that she's safe.

After about an hour of tears, I choose to get up and be proactive. Remembering how Katniss must be after the death of her little sister, I decide to commemorate Prim with a memoir of sorts. Getting ready for the day, I dress appropriately for a trek out into the woods. Heading out the door before the sun rises, I head off towards the lake Katniss showed me once. Since I don't know where exactly primroses grow, I head off towards the one place I know.

After an hour of tripping and stumbling over branches and roots, I find a patch of wild primroses. Heading back towards Victors Village a few hours later with a wheelbarrow of primroses, I spot Greasy Sae.

"Hello there Sae. Long time no see huh?" She looks at me with startled eyes, as if not truly believing that it's me.

"Peeta? Is that you?" I nod "What are you doin' here? Come to see Katniss?" As if knowing what my plans are, she smiles with a glint in her eyes.

"Actually Sae, they released me early. Came down as fast as I could. Um actually, I am here to visit Katniss. Do you know if she's up yet?" A blush invades my cheeks as I admit as to why I'm here. I know Sae has been making sure Katniss has been eating and for that, I am eternally grateful.

"You know what? Katniss is in high spirits today. Surprised meme myself when she came down to eat. By now she's probably just staring at a wall or something, but you could visit her if you'd like. Today's a good a day as any." And with that she turns down the road and walks away.

Feeling down about Katniss most likely staring at a wall, I choose to plant the primroses first and give her space. Hunkering down to the rich soil, I grab my shovel and start digging right-sized holes. After five minutes of digging, I hear the front door open. I hold my breath as I turn my head towards the front steps.

I see her. No words can describe the beauty standing before me, her body being outlined with the morning sunlight. A smile slowly etches onto my face as I bask in the moment. I've been waiting for this confrontation for months now. That's when I see it.

Crimson red blood slowly trickles down the length of her arms. Angry, red slashes on her wrist are prominent against the pearly tone of her skin. My throat swells up as I put the the pieces together. My nightmares are coming true. Katniss was trying to kill herself. My one true love wants to die. No! This isn't happening. I take a step towards her, as if not to startle her. As soon as she sees this, she turns and runs into the house.

I run up the steps and turn the door knob rapidly. It's locked. I can't let her do this! It would destroy me! It would soon.. kill me. I shout and plead for her to stop but get silence in reply. My thoughts take a dark turn as I imagine what she could be doing in there. Giving up my futile attempts to unlock the door, I start breaking down the door. Ramming my shoulder against the door, the wood starts splintering. My heart clenches as I hear Katniss' sobs through the door. With a last burst of determination, I break down the door and run into the house.

My world seems to be frozen in that one moment. Katniss stabbed the knife into her stomach. No. No no no no! My eyes water as I catch her before she falls. I cradle her head onto my lap and stroke her hair. Sobs wrack my body as this might be our last encounter together. I exclaim my love for her, hoping and praying that this won't be the last time I speak to her. If she dies, I die. There is no way in hell that I'm living in a world without her. Absolutely not. Her eyes widen in surprise, tears welling up in them. They then close and my heart stops. Never in a million years would I imagine myself in this position. Holding the love of my life as she slowly dies in my arms. I pick her up and run the hardest I ever have to the District's makeshift hospital.

Please be okay. Please.