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burnwithus) wrote2011-01-13 03:21 pm
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(peeta) the sea's wine red; this is the death of beauty
I hate hospitals. I spent far too much time in them in District 13, but until Gale wakes up there's nothing to do but wait. I've been sitting in this chair for hours, given a lot of time to wonder why and how everything went so wrong. Trying to figure out what he'll remember when he does wake up, or what he'll expect of me but I can't go back to being the girl that he used to know. There's a point crossed where that becomes impossible.
My back aches from sitting too long. I should stretch my legs before they fall asleep. But before I get the chance to, the door of the room opens.
It's Peeta.
Just the sight of him is enough to cause an uncomfortable twist in my stomach. Peeta, who was so willing to throw his lot in with mine despite how angry he was with me. Hospitals remind me of him, too. Of how much time I spent in them, trying not to think about what the Capitol was doing to Peeta. Images of him being beaten and electrocuted like Johanna or forced to live constantly in the nightmares that tracker jacker venom brings. I tried not to think about what the rebels were doing to undo it, as if I wasn't sure it would work. As if I should prepare myself for losing him. That's something else I haven't told him about, something I should tell him, but-
I have to swallow before looking at him, regaining composure. "Peeta...what are you doing here?" He doesn't have to be here. He knows that, probably. But he is, because that's who this Peeta used to be.
My back aches from sitting too long. I should stretch my legs before they fall asleep. But before I get the chance to, the door of the room opens.
It's Peeta.
Just the sight of him is enough to cause an uncomfortable twist in my stomach. Peeta, who was so willing to throw his lot in with mine despite how angry he was with me. Hospitals remind me of him, too. Of how much time I spent in them, trying not to think about what the Capitol was doing to Peeta. Images of him being beaten and electrocuted like Johanna or forced to live constantly in the nightmares that tracker jacker venom brings. I tried not to think about what the rebels were doing to undo it, as if I wasn't sure it would work. As if I should prepare myself for losing him. That's something else I haven't told him about, something I should tell him, but-
I have to swallow before looking at him, regaining composure. "Peeta...what are you doing here?" He doesn't have to be here. He knows that, probably. But he is, because that's who this Peeta used to be.
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Not this Peeta.
I realize that I want to protect him from this, even. Though I failed to do so back home, when it really mattered. I would have died to keep him alive, had the rebels not interfered. Yet he doesn't want to be protected, and that was where I was wrong all along. Do I have the right to this? Is it his choice? I don't know. The lines between right and wrong are so thoroughly blurred in my mind.
I take a deep breath to keep it together, but it takes energy that I no longer have. "After the Quell. After I shot the arrow. The Capitol took you."
That in itself says so much, but not enough. It doesn't reveal the long nights spent with Finnick, desperately trying to hang on to something sane. Rope burns and bleeding fingers. Seeing Peeta on the television and yet having no power to help him. But this isn't about me - it's about him. It's about the total destruction of everything he believed in.
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The Capitol got him.
He had survived it to be burned along with Katniss, he had at least made it that far. But what happened between those two points was a mystery to him. He was almost too afraid to ask.
It was too late, the door was open now. He couldn't close it yet. "Oh..." he breathed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubbed his temples with his hands. "Oh."
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Selfishly, I didn't. At the time I justified in saying that doing so would be letting President Snow win. But I knew that in the end my fate was so tied to his. That even a Peeta who hated me was better than knowing he was gone from this world.
Finnick had once told me that he almost wished we were all dead at times. Beyond the reach of the Capitol. It was typical Victor thinking to see that the arena expanded beyond the Games, like the man in the Hanging Tree urging his lover to come with him to safety.
But I could never wish it on somebody I loved, no matter how selfish that made me.
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He found himself asking that question a lot more these days. It was a question motivated by surprise, by disbelief. Maybe if he asked it enough the answer would change. Katniss would stop coming up with things that surprised him, stop having secrets about his life and his future.
Peeta had to stop thinking like that. It was dangerous focusing on what had been, what he could have lived through. He wouldn’t, some other version of himself would and despite how much that pained him there was nothing he could do about it. He could switch places with that version of himself. Both were going to live their lives, as different as they could be.
“What would you have done? Katniss...stop thinking like that.” It didn’t matter. He hadn’t been saved and maybe he was here, saved from it in a way he didn’t understand. Frustration mounting, he combed his fingers through his hair causing to stand on end. “Just stop apologizing.”
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Just thinking about how he will never be the same again hurts enough to make me catch my breath. There were traces of him still left, of course, and they pushed through the madness at times. When I'd kissed him, he said he'd always stay.
Why do I feel as though I've lost him already? For the second time.
"There's more, and it's worse," but it isn't my right to decide what he hears. "Do you want me to tell you?" Let the choice be in Peeta's hands. I've decided enough for him already. So has the Capitol, and President Snow when they tried to change who he was.
Let him choose, for once.
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It was like he was stuck in a loop, running around a track that he didn't ask for.
Shaking his head, he opened his eyes. "No," he said firmly looking her in the eyes. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of everything Katniss. I'm not that guy. I'm going to be that version who went through all of that. I'm sorry, you know I am, that you got stuck in it. But I can't live if I'm being dragged back."
His shoulders slumped and he looked back at Gale in the bed. Another shake of his head. "I'm sorry."
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I should let him go. It's for his own good, and he...he doesn't need me, not anymore. Not like I admit to needing him.
"Live and be happy," it hurts and I blink quickly, but I'm not going to cry. Not here, not in front of him. I've lost so many people so far, but this is less permanent than death and it's better than anything I can give. The Quell had been about keeping him alive. That, I could do. Happiness, I couldn't.
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He had to. He couldn't have stayed in that place where he didn't know what answers were coming next. What parts of his life might be upended. It was better this way. He just wished it didn't have to come at this cost.
"Katniss," he said softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "You deserve to be happy too. You need to live."
Taking a step forward, he planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Do that for me."
Letting his hand fall back to his side, he turned and walked slowly from the room. He had done enough damage for today. It was better if he just left now.
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I don't know where the word comes from, but it slips out before I can stop it because it's the only thing I remember. The one word that I couldn't hear, that night we fell asleep. But it's quiet enough that he probably didn't hear it, and maybe I didn't want him to hear it because this way he can forget about the Games and all the things that were done to us. He's free to go and do whatever he likes with the pretty blonde girl and her perfect curls.
In short, free to forget about me. But this is better, I tell myself. For him. Better for Peeta's well-being in general.
I turn away from the door, but not back towards Gale either. To a wall, waiting for Peeta to leave so I can.