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House, M.D. (2004 - 2012)

Started making these up to get some sleep this morning. Works almost as well as counting sheep!

House, M.D. (2004-2012)

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Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay

The thing I find most significant in this sentence - and I say this sentence in particular - since it gets skipped over in favor of the following commentary, the dandelion in the spring and such, is it’s importance on its own.

But it is so important, why?  Because she’s not talking about the feeling, she’s not talking about the hunger, she’s not even talking about the kiss.  She’s talking about being with Peeta.  This would have happened anyway.  From the beginning it was always going to be Peeta.  From the bread moment on, she kept track of him, saved his life, protected him, fought to get him back from his hijacked mind, and she chose him.  She did not settle for Peeta because he came back to 12.  This would have happened anyway.  They would have happened anyway.  Why?

That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred.  What I need is the dandelion in the spring.  The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction.  The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.  That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

He’s not the boy with the bread anymore, he’s the dandelion in the spring, the bright yellow, rebirth, a promise of life, a future, every good thing.  Only Peeta.  It would have happened anyway.

From the moment she thought, “not him,” even if she didn’t know it then, he’d already won her heart years before that…because he saved her when no one else would.  And I think they spend the rest of their lives doing it for the other.  Her nightmares, his moments of clenching a chair.  Why?

So after, when he whispers, “You love me.  Real or not real?”

I tell him, “Real.”

n/a: everlark pós mockingjay fluff, mas é muito mais focado no peeta. o único aviso é que eu não revisei antes de postar mas são 7h da manhã, então eu me recuso. muito obrigada pelo pedido, anon, espero que goste.

wc: 386 palavras.

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peeta sempre se sentiu deslocado. por mais que se esforçasse, se encaixar nunca veio de forma fácil para ele. é claro que ele naturalmente atraia as pessoas, as conquistava, e estava sempre cercado por uma pequena multidão.

durante o intervalo na escola, sua mesa ficava cheia e todos riam de suas piadas. em casa, seus irmãos jogavam toalhas nele, desarrumavam seu cabelo e os três brincavam. na padaria, os clientes abriam um sorriso automaticamente quando reparavam que era peeta quem estava no balcão de atendimento.

no entanto, nenhuma dessas coisas bastava. nada era o suficiente. ele podia se empenhar o quanto quisesse e, ainda assim, o copo sempre estaria meio vazio porque algo nele estava quebrado. a sensação de insuficiência o perseguiria, sempre à sua sombra. depois do telessequestro, então... os dias eram consumidos pela busca por peças de um quebra cabeça que jamais estaria completo.