Peeta walks quietly to Katniss’s room to find her in bed, her eyes blank and staring at nothing. Peeta sighs quietly and leans against the door frame.
”Katniss, please. Let me help you,” he says. She’s been like this for months. Reserved. Closed off. She barely talks to anyone. Not Peeta, not Haymitch or Greasy Sae who comes to cook her meals. Peeta himself tries to visit regularly but its always the same.
Now, Katniss lays still looking up at him. Peeta opens his mouth again even though a large part of him knows it’s no use. Not right now, at least.
”We can do this. Together.”
The other part of Peeta, the smaller part, doesn’t want to give up. Refuses to give up. On her. On them. And now, to Peeta’s surprise, Katniss pulls herself into a sitting position. Pieces of her hair have fallen out of her braid and hang beside her cheeks, her eyes sunk and sullen. When she speaks, her voice is nothing but a whispers but it’s enough for Peeta. After months of not hearing her voice, finally she says, “We can try.”
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Via to love is to destroy.
“I know this isn’t a horror film, but I wish in “The Hunger Games”, they would’ve have shown the deaths more violently like the way they were described in the books.”
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