If Peeta Had Remembered by WriterOfNeverKnown, literature
If Peeta Had Remembered
He says he'd like to see you
Haymitch's words ring in my ears and echo from every cell in my mind. He wants to see me. Peeta. The crazed boy who has been rescued from the Capitol by the rebels. The boy who has been hijacked and taken from me by that inhuman form of torture. The shell that used to hold the boy with the bread, but now only houses a mentally and physically scarred young man who believes that I am a mutt. That I am trying to kill him.
I am torn. Should I refuse and retreat to one of my hideouts, or should I go see him and risk exciting him so much that he hurts himself. Or me. If I am honest with m