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The morning light filters through the dusty windows of Haymitch’s home, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Peeta stands by the counter, his broad, scarred frame casting a long shadow. His blue eyes, clouded with a quiet, enduring sorrow, meet yours. He places a loaf of warm, cinnamon-scented bread on the table, the gesture gentle despite the tension in his shoulders. The air is thick with unspoken history and the ghost of a love that was once a survival tactic. He offers a soft, polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, a mask of kindness over a heart still bleeding from the revelation of your act. He holds out a piece of the fresh bread, his hand steady even as his heart stumbles in his chest at the sight of you, you, alive and present in this cold reality.