Katniss's POV.

A sudden feel of danger hits me and I start running through the forest, non stop. My feet are gelid from the cold, and with this run I can barely feel tgem. I can barely feel anything, besides fear.

I start to smell smoke, so I run faster.

"Katniss! Katniss, please help me!" I can hear her shrieks and cries for help, and I run the fastest I can."katniss, hurry please!" Her screams ecoo through the forest.

The fire that comes behind me almost reaches me, and I can't stop. I have to help her.

"Prim! Prim! Where are you?" I scream.

Suddenley the ground starts shaking and out of nowhere appears a mutt, running in front of me. Like the ones in the first Arena, that ate Cato alive. The mutt runs towards Prim's cries for help. It is going towards her, to kill Prim.

"NO!" I scream trying to reach the mutt. Suddenley a big group of mutts,like the one which runs in front of me, appears behind me, chasing me, owling.

I keep running, and running. I can't stop until I save Prim. I can already see her there,a feet away from me.

And thats when I hear the sound of bombs going off, and Prim turns into ashes.

"Prim!" but there's no use in calling her, she's gone.

One of the mutts that was running behind me jumps on top of me. It has golden fur and sea green eyes. Finnick. It claws me, but suddenley disappears, in its place appearing another mutt. I see them all, all the people that died protecting me, that mattered to me. Mags, Boggs, Cinna, Rue, Madge. The list doesn't end. They all look so vivid, turned into muttations, ready to kill me.

When they are all over, the mutt that was running ahead of me, ready to kill Prim, jumps on me. I try to pull it off, but I can't. It's Peeta. Blonde fur that shines with the moonlight, blue eyes. Cloudy blue eyes, like the ones he has when he starts having a flashback.

I can't fight anymore. I stand there, unmoving, waiting for him to finish me off, silent tears fallimg down my cheeks.

"Peeta" I whisper in pain.

The mutt starts to morph into a person, into Peeta. Only his hands are locked around my throat.

"Katniss! Katniss!" I feel Peeta's grip on my neck lessning, like it was never there, and I look back at his sky blue eyes.

"Katniss. are you okay?" Peet asks me.

I look around, I'm in my bedroom, Peeta next to me. It was just a nightmare, it wasn't real. Well, it was real, but it's not anymore.

I start crying, and Peeta puts his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Sshhh, it's okay, it was just a nightmare. You're safe, you're with me." Peeta whispers into my ear. I still can't stop crying. I'm shaking and sweating, it was all so real, so vivid. "I'll protect you" he coos in my ear.

I Bury my face deeper in his chest, crying silently.

"It's all right now." Peeta says.

I look at him, a sad smile formimg on my lips.

"Yeah, it's all right. It'll be good." I say more to myself than to Peeta.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Peeta asks, referring to the nightmare, kissing the top of my head.

"It was about her again. There were mutts chasing me and" I start crying again.

"Shh, it's fine." Peeta says softly, still holding me close to him. "You don't have to tell me"

I'm glad Peeta said that, because I really don't want to tell him that he was a mutt and tried to choke me to death. That certainly wouldn't be easy on him.

"Okay." I whisper, lying back down in bed.

Peeta lyes next to me and puts his arms around me, while I rest my head in his chest listening to his heartbeat.

I don't sleep anymore till it's morning again, I'm too scared I'll have a nightmare again.

I think Peeta didn't sleep also, because he always snores lightly in his sleep, and I didn't hear him.

I slide out of Peeta's arms and go downstairs, trying to make the less noise possible.

I go to the kitchen and open the window. It's still early, but Haymitch is already up, finding his geese.

I'm still a little shaken about the nightmare and I need to talk to someone about it, so I decide to go to Haymitch.

I'm still in my pijamas, so I go upstairs and quickly slide a pair of dark brown pants, and putting on my hunting boots, not caring to change into another shirt.

When I'm out the door I notice the dark grey clouds in te sky approaching, signaling there will be a storm.

I'd better make my visit to Haymitch brief, I don't to be outdoors when the storm starts.

I go to Haymitch's garden, where his geese are. They are so annoying, almost like Haymitch, only I care about him.

"Haymitch?" I call.

He turns around and spots me. "Hey, sweetheart!"

"Morning." I say flatly, walking up to him. "How's everything?" i ask.

He just shruggs. "Why do you even think there's something going on? This life sure is boring." He answers.

I huff, always that I try to start a conversation with him, he always gets hostile. But I guess it's something we both have in common. We both can be very hostile towards people, unlike Peeta, who is always the kindest nicest people I know by far. There's something about him that makes people trust him. What could it even be? His voice? No, he doesn't even have an accent. Maybe it's his scent? Yeah, probably.

"And how are you sweetheart?" Haymitch asks.

I shrugg. "Fine, I guess." I mumble.

Haymitch nods, looking towards mine and Peeta's bedroom window, where you can still see Peeta sleeping.

"How did the moving go?" Haymitch asks.

"It was fine, Peeta didn't have much things he wanted to bring with him. That house isn't really important to him I guess." I say, looking at Peeta's old house in the other side of the street.

It looks empty, abandoned. Kind off like Haymitch's. My house, and now Peeta's too, looks much more cozy.

The primroses in the front lawn give the house a homey inviting look and the murals Peeta painter all over the walls make the house look cheerfull and happy.

"I was really kind off expecting for that" Haymitch says.

I turn around "What?" I ask.

Haymitch shaken his head and sights "Anyways, how is the boy?" He asks.

I shrugg again "He's good." There's a small break until I speak up again "What happened yesterday? While you went with Peeta to town? He was a little shaky." I ask, avoiding going into deep details.

Haymitch shruggs. "I don't know, it was probably the bakery. After we passed by there he was quiet for a while and then he just disappeared." Haymitch says.

I nod. "Okay." I whisper. There's silence for a few minutes. I still feel tense about what happened last night, the nightmare I mean.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Haymitch asks, noticing my discomfort.

I sight "I just had a nightmare last night, and it doesn't really leave my mind." I say.

"Didn't Loverboy comfort you?" Haymitch asks, raising one eyebrow, wearing a smirk.

I scowl "I guess." I mumble.

And with that I stomp off back home. I wanted to talk to Haymitch about everything That's been happening,but he's too much of an ass to even try.

Upset and a little frustated I go back to the bedroom.

Peeta is sleeping with Buttercup lying in his chest, putting lightly.

"Stupid cat." I mumble.

Peeta stirs and turns around, making Buttercup fall in the ground and hiss.

I suddenly get mas at Peeta for making Buttercup fall. I decide to wake him up, since I'm starting to feel hungry and I feel like having pancakes.

"Peeta, wake up." I say, shaking him. "Peeta." I brush a few strands of hair off his face.

Peeta stirs a but then opens his blue eyes.

"Morning." he says sleepily.

"Morning Peeta. Go make me pancakes." I say.

"What?" Peeta asks, running his eyes.

"I want pancakes, like right now." I say.

Peeta sits up.

"Really?" He asks.

"Really." I say flatly.

Peeta sights and stands up, giving me his hand to help me stand.

"Let's go make you some pancakes then." Peeta says sweetly.

I smile, feeling much happier now that he wakes up. Peeta is the only person that keeps me balanced. When he is not around I'm always moody and cranky.

I take his hand and we both go downstairs t the kitchen.

Peeta starts taking the ingredients for the pancakes.

"Why the sudden cracking for pancakes, may I ask?" Peeta asks.

I shrugg "I don't know. I just felt like having them. They're always nice." I say.

Peeta nods, starting to mix the ingredients together.

"I went to see Haymitch this morning." I say.

"Really? Was I asleep for that long?" Peeta asks.

"Yeah, it was just a quick chat. He is too drunk anyways." I answer.

"Drinking with this geese certainly doesn't have a great influencie on him." Peeta comments.

"Better than drinking alone." I say.

And with that Peeta serves the pancakes.

I sit down next to him and digg in.

"You are a vouracious eater, you know?" Peeta says, chuckling.

I swallow the pancakes and look up from my plate.

"I told you I was in the mood for pancakes." I say.

Peeta nods "I believe you." he says with such seriousness in his voice that it was impossible not to find this ridiculous. I can see he is trying to keep a straight face, but miserably fails. I chuckle with him.

"What do you want to do today?" Peeta asks me.

"We can't leave the house today, there will be a storm." I say.

"How would you know. Miss Everdeen now predictable the weather?" Peeta asks mockingly.

I snort. "No, actually, the sky is grey." I say falling superiorty.

"No shit Sherlock." Peeta jokes.

"Stop it!" I say hitting his arm playfully "I'm serious"

"Okay then, we'll stay home for the day." Peeta says smiling.

There's silence for a moment, a comfortable silence.

I smile when I notice Peeta staring at me, with a dreamy expression on His face. And I stare back at him.

I love moments like this, moments when there is nothing more than me and Peeta. There's no need for words, or acts, both of them I'm not good at. All you need to know you love someone is just a stare. Just an excange of looks.

"I guess we'll have a lazzy day." Peeta says after a few minutes.

"Lazzy day!!" I beam excitedly.

I used to hate stay still, without being able to do something, but I've grown to like days like this. But only if Peeta is around. I remember when I was confines to my bed, after the Victory Tour. I had fallen off a tree when the eletrefied fence that surrounds District 12 was on. I had spread my ankle, and couldn't walk. So Peeta used to come everydays and we would work together on my family's plant book. And those days were some of the few days I actually spent in peace after I met Peeta.

We finish eating our breakfast and go to the living room.

We really have nothing to do. Peeta hates televisions so I took mine away from the living room and left it in the attic, in case it might be needed. So we just stay there, cuddling.

"Do you want me to teach you how to bake?" Peeta suddenly asks.

I look at him. I wasn't expecting that. Peeta rarely bakes anymore. I think it brings him memories of his family, that is dead. Plus, I don't think he is very comfortable with that. Not since the hijacking.

"You want to?" I ask finally.

"If you want to, I could teach you. I'd like to." Peeta says.

I study his expression, He is smiling, showing his pearl white teeth, looking lovingly at me. I smile, the same old Peeta. I've learnt to treasure moments like this, moments when Peeta is Peeta. As if, even if only for a few minutes, nothing happened. There were no games, no war. Peeta is the small child he used to be, playing in the streets of District 12. He looks as if he isn't broken anymore, as if all the pieces are back together. Although he is not. Peeta, just like me, is broken, no matter what.

"I'd love to." I say smiling widely.

"Good, let's go then." Peeta says, standing up, and giving his and, which I gladly accept. But the moment I stand up, he scoops me upand throws me on his shoulder.

I giggle "Let me go." I say,m trying to wiggle off his grasp, although I hope he doesn't let go of me.

"No, sorry miss Everdeen, but I won't." Peeta says laughing.

He places me on the counter.

"Stay here." he says, still smiling.

I nod, grinning like na idiot.

Peeta comes back a few minutes later witha sack of flour over his shoulder. I clap when I notice he is wearing a top-hat.

"Show off." I say sarcasticly.

He chuckles places the flour in the counter, beside me.

"Nice hat by the way." I say mockingly.

"Jealous much?" he asks raising na eyebrow.

"Maybe..." I say pulling him closer to me, in between my legs.

He gives me the hat and I put it on.

"A gift." He says, looking dreamily at me.

I smile, leaning in to kiss him. I place my hands on his cheeks and kiss his nose. He chuckles and puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses me.

I can't stop myself but to smile during the kiss.

When we pull away for air I whisper "I love you."

"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that." Peeta says. I smile. "I love you." he says.

We stand there looking at each other for some moments. And I couldn't ever feel happier than what I am right now.

"Let's begin." I finally say.

The whole morning is spent by Peeta trying to explain me how to knead the dough.

"No, Katniss, you're being to agressive. It looks like you're trying to kill the dough." Peeta says chuckling.

"Peeta, I'm a huntress. I skin animals, not pet them, like you do with your beloved dough." I say smiling.

"I guess." Peeta says sticking his finger in the dough and putting it on the top of my nose afterwards.

I giggle amd put a little of dough on his forehead.

"I guess I deserved it." Peeta says smiling.

"Yeah, you did." I answer.

"Let me just knead the dough, since Miss Everdeen can't do that right." Peeta says mockingly.

I pout and Peeta kisses my cheek.

After the dough is ready Peeta puts it in the oven, witha little of cheese, to make me cheese buns.

We sit in front of the oven while waiting for the cheese buns to be ready, while Peeta sings a silly song about cakes, that he garantes his own brother taught him while he was small.

I have to say the song is kind of annoying but when Peeta sings it, it makes all better. He is not a bad singer, he has a deep melodic voice. His voice somehow ressembles my father's. Although my father sang way better than Peeta.

We have cheese buns for lunch and go to the living room afterwards, where Peeta turns on the radio.

"I really like this song." I say referring to the calm song that is passing on the radio.

A memory suddenly floods through me. My dad andd my mother dancing to the sound of this song. Me and Prim were already in bed, but I couldn't sleep so I snake in the living room. They were there, dancing slowly to the sound of this song, always looking deep into each others eyes. The way they danced was so full of love, I couldn't bring myself to stop watching it.

The memorie replays on and on in my mind untill Peeta stands up and holds ou his hand to me.

"May I have the honor of this dance?" Peeta asks, grinning.

I grin to and stand up, accepting his hand. He leads me to the center of the living room and laces our fingers together.

We sway around in the living room, laughing and smiling, sharing glances full of love.

And that moment, I feel at peace. And know for sure, things will get good again. There's still alot to live, and I'm sure when I say I want to live it with Peeta.