You felt hallow. Like every part of your body had been replaced with emptiness as you saw Peeta get continually more ill as the Capitol held him captive. You swore on your life you would break him out of there if it was the last thing you did. And you did, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same, and it broke you. While he was there they brainwashed him into thinking you were the enemy. That you were the one to hate

He thrashed against his restraints, calling you names everytime he saw your face. Until they got him to warm up to you finally and break out of his messed up thoughts. You walked in the room they had him in after weeks of not seeing him. The conversation you had with him was better than the last, but it still didn’t make you have butterflies in your stomach like the old Peeta would. He tapped on his bed while thinking back on a memory

“I remember when you were hungry outside the old bakery shop, and I had the choice to either give you the bread or the pig and I gave it to you. But I should’ve given it to the pig.” He said distastefully