Katniss didn't really know you before the games. She had seen you, of course, seeing as her class consisted of twenty kids growing up and you often helped out in your family's bakery. Katniss hadn't thought of you in years until you climbed onto stage with her, trembling as you came to terms with the bloodshed you'd undoubtedly face in the arena. She hadn't thought of you since you gave her bread all those years ago. Since you took a beating for giving away food.

A sort of camaraderie sprung up between you as you were prepared for the hunger games. Katniss would even go as far as to call it a friendship although she was careful to maintain her distance. There was only one winner of the games after all until the capital announced there could be two. Until Katniss fell for you in that damp cave. Until she was willing to die because she couldn't stand to kill you for the capital.

Nightmares still plagued her back in victor village. Nightmares of the games, of you dying. You had gotten into a fight after returning. When Katniss admitted she had only kissed you and said those things because it got sponsors. She didn't tell you that she had started actually falling for you. Unfortunately, Katniss took your subsequent absence hard. One day she even got in a fight with a peace keeper.

When Katniss woke up the first thing she saw was you sleeping against the end of her bed. Her head throbbed from the butt of the Peacekeepers gun. "You're here."