Part 3: Peeta

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Why is he back? Why does he think he's allowed to waltz back into my life? More importantly, has he recovered?

I don't know if I can handle talking to him without breaking into tears so I just stand there, staring.

He is wearing soft denim jeans and a white, oversized top. His hair is messy, and he wipes it away from his eyes with his hand, not seeing me.

However, there's something not quite right: even from a long way off, I notice how weak he is. Not as weak as he used to be, but all those weeks in the Capitol spent trying to get him back to normal haven't quite restored him to the Peeta I once knew.

Suddenly, I decide I can't bear to talk to him so I sneak past him to my house.

Greasy Sae is there when I arrive. She has been looking after me. We don't speak to each other much, but I feel myself relax when I am with her; she understands me. Our routine is as follows: she comes to my house and cooks me dinner each day, I nod my head as a 'thank you', and let her a fuss over Buttercup - who she surprisingly loves - and then she leaves without words.

I think we must be similar, her and I. Except for the Buttercup part.

Sae comes down and lights a fire for me; it's cold in this big, empty house. For the first time, I speak. My voice sounds raspy and quiet, so unlike me: "Peeta's back."

She nods, attempting to suppress her astonishment at my speech. "I know. He got back the other day," This is news to me. "He misses you."

"I miss him too, the old him," I say. "I want to see him, but I can't. Not yet."

Sae nods, taking my dirty plates from me to the kitchen. I realise that I've just eaten a whole meal for once.

I turn my head back to the fire, and walk towards it, suddenly entranced. It pulls me closer until I am centimetres away, and it beckons me to advance further. Mesmerised, I reach my hands forwards, hovering them over the flickering flames...

My reflexes pull my hand away as the fire begins to burn my skin. It stings, reminding me of what I was and what I still am now: deadly.

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