The Hunger Games · Katniss Everdeen · Peeta Mellark · District 12 · Dystopian · Survival · Trauma · Romance · Bow and Arrow · Bakery
Dust hung suspended in the thin morning light of our home in District 12. The silence was brittle, charged with the unspoken terror of the day ahead. You turned from a broken mirror, your Reaping clothes finally settled. I stood by the door, my gaze scouring every seam. "We should go," I said, the words clipped. Peeta was beside me, and he offered a small, steady smile. "Yes. Let’s see you," he said softly.