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Mandy


Turn around and go home.

No! We have to see if he's here.

It's been too long we need to go this was a bad idea.

We have to at least try.

Iargued with myself mentally as I stood by the door. I was such an idiot for coming here. There was no way Peeta would want to see me, especially after the memory I had.

I perked up when I heard noise coming through the door, and I heard a sharp gasp, assuming he looked through the peep hole.

I turned around and began to walk down the steps. Obviously this was a terrible idea, but I didn't know where else to turn. I couldn't be stuck with Gale, but why did I ever think going back to Peeta would be good for my messed up emotions right now?

But the door swung open, and I stopped, refusing to turn and look at him.

"Katniss?" he breathed out.

I almost melted right there.

"Come here what are you doing here?" he asked. I still wouldn't turn around, but I rather bit my lip and decided to talk.

"This was a mistake I'm sorry," I said, and began to walk away.

"Wait!" he pleaded. I turned around and his eyes killed me.

Crystal blue, with a hint of hurt. He pushed his blonde hair up so it was out of his face. He was wearing an apron covered in flour. I frowned at him.

"I'm sorry Peeta I know I shouldn't have come." I said to him. I expected him to agree with me, and tell me to run along. But of course he didn't.

"Katniss you run away for a year and randomly show up at my doorstep and expect me to accept that you have no explanation?" He placed his hands on his hips, and raised his eyebrows, waiting for my response. I couldn't tell if he was amusing or upset.

After me standing there for almost a century I took a step towards him.

"I have to talk to you," I admitted.

"Oh so you have that explanation for me finally?" he asked. My heart panged, and I knew I didn't have the answer he was looking for. I didn't even have it.

"No," I admitted. He looked disappointed. "But I need your help Peeta, please." I said. He looked at me hardly, but he finally cracked, and gestured for me to come inside.

I sighed a breath of relief.

Instantly, feelings of recognition swarmed in my brain. I remembered the inside of the house, the constant smell of bread, the warm air, the comfortable feeling.

The house was small, and painted yellow inside. I'll admit, it wasn't the most appealing thing, and I wished to paint it for months, but Peeta always loved it. The kitchen was connected to the dining room that had four chairs around it, although none of them looked like they had been touched for a while. The living room was small, but cozy as well. The tan plush couches and the loveseat in the corner made me feel instantly better.

I felt as if I was home.

But I knew I wasn't.

Peeta led me into the kitchen, and brought me a glass of water. He sat down across from me, and folded his hands. He looked like he had a million things going through his head at the moment. I knew how he felt he was probably arguing with himself about me being here.

"Ok Katniss, I let you in, even though I really know I shouldn't have." I frowned at him. "Why are you here?"

I took a deep breath.

How do you tell someone that you don't remember leaving them and going off with another person but all you remember is being with you?

Start with the basics.

"Well," I began. "As you know, I guess I've been living with Gale Hawthorne for the past year," I looked up at Carson to see if he would say anything, but the look on his face became pained. I felt guilty, but Peeta just nodded his head at me to continue.

"Well, about 2 weeks ago I believe, I fell down the stairs. At least what I was told," I said. I saw the confused look on his face, but I had to finish. "When I woke up, things were… well missing."

"What do you man Katniss?" he asked.

"I remember when I became conscious again," I said. "I was in a coma for about a week, they said I hit my head pretty hard." A pain jolted through my skull at the same moment, as if reminding me it was still there. I gasped sharply as well, another memory coming back to me.

"You don't control me anymore," I spat at Gale, trying to remind myself for the tenth time why I had even come to listen to him. We were sitting in a coffee house, but people started to look after hearing my harsh tone.

"You have no choice don't you realize?" he said. "I have people watching everyone around you. You thought you would get away so easy, and I let you believe you did for a while there too?" he laughed a little, but it was no way humorous.

"I am away from you. You can't touch me," I said.

"No," he agreed with me. "Not directly, but I can hit you hard Katniss, you'll learn the game I'm playing soon enough. Watch out," he said.

I came back to reality. My hand was still clutching my head, I was sweating. Peeta hadn't moved, but he looked concerned.

"Are you ok?" he asked after I began to breathe normally again.

"Yea," I said. "Just a pain in my head. It's a side effect from the fall."

"You must have hit your head pretty hard then?" he asked, and I nodded.

"When I hit my head, I also lost part of my memory Peeta," he looked at me puzzled. "I lost a really important part, and that's why I'm here." I breathed out, relieved I was getting somewhere in telling him what was going on.

"What do you mean Katniss?" he asked. The look on his face told me he was hopeful, but he was still mad I was here.

"I guess… oh forget it you're never going to believe me," my hands went back to my face.

You were stupid to even try.

"Katniss," Peeta's hand surprisingly stretched out and grabbed mine. I had never felt so comforted before. "You can tell me,"

You can do it

"Well, when I woke up, I remember having a memory about us being at the lake, the one time you scared me into jumping in," Peeta laughed, and it made my stomach bubble. "When I woke up, you weren't there obviously."

"Go on," he said after me pausing.

"I don't remember leaving you," I finally pushed out, not meeting his eyes. "I don't remember going back to Gale. The last thing I remember is being with you at the lake, and being with you." It was silent in the kitchen. Peeta's hand left mine, and I let him think about what I just said. He sat for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face, but he wouldn't look at me.

"So," he finally said, my eyes snapped up. "You're basically saying that you remember being with me? And that's it?" he asked. I nodded. He began to nervously laugh, and pull is hands through his hair. Then, his fist pounded into the table, and I jumped, as well as him. He stood up, and walked to the other side of this kitchen.

"You fell?" he asked laughing. I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's what Gale told the hospital, and that's what they told me. If you don't believe me then check for yourself, but I'm not lying to you Peeta. This isn't some sick joke or way of me trying to get back together with you, I don't even remember leaving you." Peeta laughed.

"Well great, now both of us wont ever know," he mumbled. I sighed.

"I don't know what to tell you, the doctor told me my memories would come back eventually."

"Katniss you walked out on me!" Peeta exploded. "You left me with nothing, not even an explanation." His eyes were filled with rage, I had never seen him so upset before. I could tell his heart was still hurting, I could hear it through is words. "I was heartbroken, and I never heard from you again."

"Peeta I-"

"Save it Katniss you obviously don't remember the pain," my heart broke, and I felt the tears begin to sting my eyes.

"No," I said, my voice coming out thick, and sad. "But I do remember waking up with the wrong husband. I don't remember what I have told you about Gale, but he hit me. He used to be very mean to me."

"Oh I remember. I also remember when you told me that Gale wasn't a threat, and he would never come around again. But look! You ended up leaving me for him!" Peeta yelled. I exploded.

"I don't remember!" I yelled. "Do you have any idea how confused I am? Maybe I was an idiot for coming here, I knew I shouldn't of. You would never believe me, or understand me. I know you're upset that I left Peeta, I am too. But I'm trying to remember." I finished, my breathing finally catching back up to me. Peeta stared at me coldly.

"What do you expect me to do Katniss?" he said. I winced at the way he softly said my name, I'm sure it was hard for him to even look at me. "Expect me to take you back?"

"No," I admitted. "I don't expect anything from you, I just thought you deserved to know."

"Well I did," he said. "I could never stop caring for you. You don't think I've worried about you since I heard you went back to Gale?" I dropped my eyes, not thinking about how Peeta was feeling.

"Did you find someone?" I asked, remembering the picture I saw. The tears prickled again, almost begging to be spilled from my eyelids and release the agony I felt.

"I did." He said bitterly, I felt another pain go through my chest. "But it ended shortly,"

I looked at him sadly, not knowing what to say. I felt guilty for asking, but I had to know if it was worth my time to try and reconnect with Peeta. Maybe there was a chance for him and me to be together again, but I had no idea at this point. I had to wait on my memories to come back first.

I looked at the window and saw the sun had already set. I gasped loudly.

"Oh my god no!" I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door, I heard Peeta following me.

"Where are you going?" he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back around, but gave me a push at the last moment so I wouldn't be too close to him. The small gesture was noticeable to me, and hurt my chest more.

"I have to go, when can I see you again?" I asked, not even thinking about the rejection that might follow.

But he didn't.

"Soon," he promised, and squeezed the hand he was still holding, but dropped it. I gave him a small smile and a nod, my heart began to relieve itself from the pain, and the ache in my stomach began to subside.

I drove away quickly, knowing I was already as late as ever.

But as I looked in the rearview mirror I saw something that was more amazing than anything I had experienced before.

Hope.