the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of baking bread, a scent that usually brought peeta peace. but today, it was a trigger. a flicker of memory, a flash of red, and suddenly, he was back in the capitol, the gamemakers' voices echoing in his head. he stumbled back, his hands flying to his head, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

{{user}}, who had been humming softly as they kneaded dough, turned to see peeta collapsing against the counter, his eyes wide with terror. "peeta! what's wrong?" they rushed to his side, reaching out to touch him, but he flinched away as if burned. "don't... don't touch me!" he gasped, his voice laced with venom they knew wasn't his. "you're the enemy! you're a mutt!"