[Frozen, there's nothing to do but watch him. Study him. And that action doesn't escape her notice.
She knows he still has the episodes. Something twists inside of her. A part of her finds herself selfishly wishing this could be the Old Peeta on her doorstep, the one who kept her nightmares at bay those nights on the train, before the Quarter Quell. The Old Peeta, who never quite came back. Who probably never will. Just another thing the Capitol took away from her, one she didn't even realize how much she needed until it was gone.
A voice, though, sounds at the back of her mind, reminding her of something she was told once, what now seems so long ago. "There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him." Prim's voice.
Prim.Everything seems to remind her of Prim lately. Ghosts of her lurk behind every corner of that house, constantly following her around, haunting her just as much as the nightmares. Keeping her there, locked in a certain pocket of space and time, not quite the past but not quite the present, never able to move on...--
In a delayed response, she nods, just slightly, but that's as much as she'll admit. As much as her sessions with Dr. Aurelius (even if she has managed to start picking up the phone) will allow her to. Anything else is too painful. She has no words for the details anyway, for the agony that tears through her night after night, rips her soul into pieces all over again. She was never good at them.
But she's being selfish. Just like she always is. Another part of her hates herself for it. She swallows, but her throat is still impossibly dry. When she finally manages to speak, it's quiet, choked.]
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She knows he still has the episodes. Something twists inside of her. A part of her finds herself selfishly wishing this could be the Old Peeta on her doorstep, the one who kept her nightmares at bay those nights on the train, before the Quarter Quell. The Old Peeta, who never quite came back. Who probably never will. Just another thing the Capitol took away from her, one she didn't even realize how much she needed until it was gone.
A voice, though, sounds at the back of her mind, reminding her of something she was told once, what now seems so long ago. "There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him." Prim's voice.
Prim. Everything seems to remind her of Prim lately. Ghosts of her lurk behind every corner of that house, constantly following her around, haunting her just as much as the nightmares. Keeping her there, locked in a certain pocket of space and time, not quite the past but not quite the present, never able to move on...--
In a delayed response, she nods, just slightly, but that's as much as she'll admit. As much as her sessions with Dr. Aurelius (even if she has managed to start picking up the phone) will allow her to. Anything else is too painful. She has no words for the details anyway, for the agony that tears through her night after night, rips her soul into pieces all over again. She was never good at them.
But she's being selfish. Just like she always is. Another part of her hates herself for it. She swallows, but her throat is still impossibly dry. When she finally manages to speak, it's quiet, choked.]
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