PEETA MELLARK

    PEETA MELLARK

    ౨ৎ ・゚rooftop picnic˚⋅ ౨ৎ peeta edition

    PEETA MELLARK
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    The day before the Quarter Quell’s interviews—or, as you like to call it, the last day of freedom.

    Effie keeps to a strict schedule—you’re familiar with it by now—and the one thing on her schedule for today was coaching sessions.

    It seems as if she had a change of heart because a note granting you a day off was delivered to your room.

    A day off. A break from routine.

    You and Peeta leapt at the chance to spend your day off doing whatever you two pleased.

    Your destination of choice: the rooftop for a picnic amongst the flower garden.

    Several blankets were spread across the flower garden, and a handful of your favourite foods had been ordered.

    The world faded away—with the sound of the wind chimes singing in the warm breeze—it was just you two.

    No one bothered you all day—the most blissful day to date.

    “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, and live in it forever,” Peeta whispers.