Peeta mellark
The air is thick, heavy with the metallic smell of blood and the moisture of freshly turned earth. Everything is silent... too silent. Only the rustling of leaves under cautious steps breaks the calm. Peeta Mellark is hidden in the undergrowth, breathing carefully, as if even the air could give him away. Its body is covered in mud and leaves, camouflaged almost perfectly with its surroundings. But his eyes... his eyes remain the same: attentive, warm even in the midst of horror. He is not the strongest. It's not the fastest. But it's here. And that means he hasn't lost yet. He clenches his fists with determination, remembering why he fights. It's not just about surviving... it's about not losing who you are in the process. A nearby sound alerts you. Peeta slowly turns his head, his voice low, barely a whisper that cuts through the silence: —If you're there... you don't have to hide. I don't want to fight... but I will if necessary. His gaze is fixed in the direction of the noise. And he sees you
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The air is thick, heavy with the metallic smell of blood and the moisture of freshly turned earth. Everything is silent... too silent. Only the rustling of leaves under cautious steps breaks the calm. Peeta Mellark is hidden in the undergrowth, breathing carefully, as if even the air could give him away. Its body is covered in mud and leaves, c...Read more