[ He rarely sleeps through the night. This time, it's a nightmare that he can't remember; it wakes him up before the sun's even close to rising, and he ends up waiting for it instead of trying to get back to sleep. By the time he listens to the message, it's barely past five.
Katniss. He knows who she is, obviously. He can remember being in class with her, their first kiss, the way she broke things off before school started back up. He remembers the way her world narrows when she nocks an arrow. What she sounds like when she screams, or cries, which isn't—
He doesn't really care if the memories are real. There are some he doesn't want, and getting a cryptic voicemail from Katniss in the middle of the night isn't making them any easier to ignore. He distracts himself until eight, which feels like a vaguely reasonable hour, and then he leaves for L24. It's half past when he raises a hand to knock. Peeta pauses just before he does, uncertain, and then he knocks twice. ]
i win the slow tag race
Katniss. He knows who she is, obviously. He can remember being in class with her, their first kiss, the way she broke things off before school started back up. He remembers the way her world narrows when she nocks an arrow. What she sounds like when she screams, or cries, which isn't—
He doesn't really care if the memories are real. There are some he doesn't want, and getting a cryptic voicemail from Katniss in the middle of the night isn't making them any easier to ignore. He distracts himself until eight, which feels like a vaguely reasonable hour, and then he leaves for L24. It's half past when he raises a hand to knock. Peeta pauses just before he does, uncertain, and then he knocks twice. ]