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[will-bonna]

another background practise but this time not exactly rain world

[rowan-mellark]

Everlark After series ✿ ִֶָ ꒰ .⚘.꒱ 🏹

Chapter six — Tension

18+ MDNI!! Unestablished relationship, Nightmares,

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Pairing : Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Word count : 871

Summary : Peeta has a nightmare, Katniss starts to question their relationship.

Authors notes : I can see angst coming in the futureeeee, sorry this is a short chapter, I've been so busy 😋

Chapter 5 <3

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The next morning I woke up to a light aching in my neck, my eyes fluttering open immediately. I groan, my brow furrowing as I massage the tension in my neck. I look up at the clock, praying that it is early enough to go back to sleep.

7 : 0 0 am

I huff, letting my head fall back onto Peeta’s chest, I only have thirty five minutes till I have to go out and help with reconstruction.

I don't want to leave... I want to stay wrapped up in the blankets and Peeta’s arms forever.

He hasn't stirred all night, until suddenly I can hear him whimpering in his sleep.

I prop myself up on my elbow to see what's happening. He's squirming in the blankets, his brow furrowed, sweat forming on his forehead. My hands immediately go to his shoulders, shaking him gently.

"Peeta" I whisper, shaking him more.

He only shifts a little, his breathing getting more erratic and scattered.

His chest would stop moving for a few seconds at a time, I got more desperate for him to wake up.

I shake him again, harder.

"Peeta!"

finally after shaking and calling his name for what seemed like forever, his eyes

finally opened. He shoots up from his pillow, hyperventilating and looking frantically around the room.

he looks terrified.

“Peeta, hey, hey Peeta, you’re okay. it’s okay," I say, taking his face in my hands.

his mouth opens as if he wants to say something but can't. My hands find their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.

“What happened?”

he closes his eyes, blinking once before speaking.

“…Katniss?” He choked out, looking at me almost confused.

”are—are you real?” he asks, reaching out to touch my face.

“I’m real,” I nod, trying to reassure him.

His hand moved from my cheek to my jaw, then my hair. My hair coiled around his finger before he took the strand gently between his fingers. It reminds me of our first games when we were going to eat the berries. He touched my hair in what he thought were his last moments, and now he was doing it again.

“I’ve always loved your hair,” he said softly, running his fingers through it.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Peeta are you okay?”

he looks at me, his lip starting to quiver. He nodded unconvincingly, clearly trying to hold back tears.

”Yeah—yeah I'm fine…” he said weakly, his voice shaking.

I shake my head.

“no, no you’re not.”

Peeta’s eyes begin to water and he leans his head into my shoulder, hiding his face as he silently cries. My heart breaks to see him like this. I rub his back gently, trying to offer him any semblance of comfort that I can.

I've never seen him cry like this, no, I've never seen him cry at all.

After a few minutes of his muffled sobs into my arms, he begins to calm down. He pulls away from my shoulder, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He rubs his eyes, sniffling a little.

”Do you feel better?” I ask.

Peeta nods, taking a deep breath before looking at me again.

”a little.” he mumbles.

I pressed my forehead against him, holding his face in my hands trying to commit every part to memory. his cheekbones, his eyes, his nose and mouth, his lips. I held him for five more minutes until checking the time again.

7 : 1 5 am

damn it…

I took a deep breath, pulling my forehead away from him.

“Peeta… I have to go hunting, can I drop you off at him?” His expression tells me no.

“Can I drop you off at Haymitch’s house? I'm sure he’d be happy to have you over.” I offer, trying to make my voice sound a bit reassuring for his sake.

After a few minutes of somewhat uncomfortable silence, he nods in agreement and we start to get ready for the day. As I brushed my teeth I felt a strange sense of guilt washing over me, a weird pit similar to the one when I entered the quarter quell began to form in my stomach as I glanced at Peeta. We’re so— dependent on each other. We've been attached at the hip since we got home. We spend every minute together, cooking, cleaning, eating dinner with Haymitch, running errands, reconstruction, etc. The only time I’d ever be away from him was when I go hunting or when I'm sleeping, even then, he’s been staying over a lot more often.

I should be happy, right? I should be grateful that Peeta even thought about coming back. to twelve, that he even thought about forgiving me for treating him the way I did when he was hijacked. So why do I feel like this?

Why did he come back?

I squeeze my eyes shut, huffing out the tension in my lungs as I try and think about anything other than the aching in my chest. I compose myself for a few more minutes then walk back out to my bedroom where Peeta is already waiting.

“You ready, Katniss?”

I swallow, nodding slightly.

“Yeah I’m ready”

7 : 3 0 am