Peeta's hand is in yours as you sprint through district 12, your boots knocking the stones and laughter tuning in the air as the two of you race to the edge of the fence. You come to a halt before the wire, looking out at the world beyond. The grass waves gently in the wind, and Peeta's eyes are locked onto you as you stare out. "Thinking about something" he asks, placing a hand in your shoulder and rubbing the cotton of your shirt with his thumb