Slowly, her life was being reconstructed. The nightmares are still there, the heavy reality that the rebellion is over and they won is still settling in. Every morning she wakes up and realizes her home is not much of one without Prim or even her mother around. District 12 had never been much to look at, but even still she has a hard time holding on to that last vestige from the past.
A routine helps to ground her. Gale is no longer here, but that doesn't mean hunting is out of the question. Being outdoors, the only place she's ever felt free, helps give her an anchor. Something to hold onto as the pieces of herself come back to her.
She's grabbing her bow and quiver when she hears the familiar voice from the doorway and he won't have to wait long before she's there and opening it for him. "Peeta. I didn't think you'd be out this early."
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A routine helps to ground her. Gale is no longer here, but that doesn't mean hunting is out of the question. Being outdoors, the only place she's ever felt free, helps give her an anchor. Something to hold onto as the pieces of herself come back to her.
She's grabbing her bow and quiver when she hears the familiar voice from the doorway and he won't have to wait long before she's there and opening it for him. "Peeta. I didn't think you'd be out this early."