Here Is The Place Where I Love You

The Lullaby that Katniss sang to Rue as she died still haunts her, so what happens when she sings the same song to Peeta many years after The Hunger Games was abolished? Katniss loves Peeta, dearly, but she hasn't told him those three little words. Is this her way of telling Peeta that she loves him?

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1. Here the Daisies will Guard you From Every Harm

Strolling through the meadow, Peeta and I looked at what was once a pretty decent District. After the bombings, things were never really the same; actually, now that I think about it, after The Hunger Games, things never really seemed the same. Nothing ever does though, not for the families of the tributes or to those who live in the District to where everyone is familiar with you.

District Twelve is, and always will be, my home. I value that now more than anything. Not that I didn’t care about this place, because I have always cared, in a strange way, but I care about this place more than anything now that both Coin and Snow are dead. They can’t hurt me, or the ones I love anymore.

I think of Prim, and how much I miss her, how I still wake up in the night screaming how it was my fault. It was, in a sense, my fault. Coin wouldn’t have sent her out if I wasn’t the Mockingjay. But I am… well, was. I think of my Mother, how I hope she’s doing well in District Four. We both needed time... that I was sure of. The death of both my Father and Prim, neither of us could cope.  I just hoped that she hadn’t gone back to the dark place again and left for the others to fend for her.

Stupid thing to think Katniss, I thought, Peeta at my side, holding my hand, Mother will be fine and well, they have all that medicine as well, she’ll be fine.

“How much further have we got to go Katniss?” Peeta asked a playful tone to his voice. I squeezed his hand lightly, reassuring him that there wasn’t far. I couldn’t talk, for the fear that my voice would crack.

“Katniss, sweetheart, you’ve got to talk to me,” Peeta said, squeezing my hand back just as light as I did.

“I will... just not now,”

I could see Peeta frowning, though I wasn’t looking at him. I was waiting for the right moment. There was something that I wanted, no have to do, to make this special.

I don’t usually go out of my way to do something on our anniversary, after all, it’s the same day as the Games ended; but I was willing to make a try, for Peeta’s sake. He’d been trying so hard to make me feel better after the Capitol had captured him and tortured him so much he thought I was the bad guy, I just had to do something.

After minutes of endless walking, I finally came to a stop, Peeta slightly tugging at my arm as I didn’t give him any warning of my stopping.

We were at the little lake my father taught me to swim.

I broke free of Peeta’s grasp and walked towards the water. I stopped a little bit near the edge and turned to face Peeta. The confusion was clear in his face. I smiled lightly, and breathed in deeply.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow,

a bed of grass, a soft green pillow,” I began to sing. It reminded me of Prim, my Father, Rue...

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes.

And when they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, and here it’s warm,

here the daisies will guard you from every harm,” I felt safer here, calmer, than I did back in the District. Although it’s completely different from when we were kids, faces from my past still haunted me, especially in my sleep. “Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.

Here in the meadow, hidden far away,

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray.”

Peeta stood there, listening intently to me sing. I wanted to show him through this song how much he truly means to me.

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay,

And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe, and here it’s warm.

Here the daisies will guard you from every harm,

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true,

Here is the place where I love you.”

Peeta embraced me as I opened my eyes. I didn’t even know I closed them. “Katniss, it was beautiful,”

I wrapped my own arms around his muscular build.

With us standing on the grass in the meadow, in a place that was so special to me, I knew that Peeta knew he was special to me... and I knew that I was special to him.

This was our love, it was real, and no longer a part of what I always thought was a piece in the Capitol’s games.

A/N: This is a one-shot, so a chapter long story. It's supposed to be cutesy. I'd love it if y'all could leave a comment, it would really make my day :) This fan-fiction is for The Hunger Games competition.

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