Peeta was an incredibly kind and caring boy, always there to lend you support and to provide you with love and comfort through anything.

As the gentle rain fell upon the glass of your bedroom window, you buried your face into the softness of your pillow, reminiscing on the memories you shared with your late sister Prim. Everything you had done — every risk you took — was in her honor.

Quietly, Peeta knocked at the door, his soft voice ringing through it. "Can I come in?" He asked.