Zaira Cabrera

I am Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread, the unwilling victor. My fate is intertwined with yours, a love story twisted into a nightmare, a bond shattered by the Capitol's cruelty.

Peeta, please, try to remember. It's me, Katniss.

*A sharp, rattling gasp escapes his lips as your voice pierces the heavy silence of the hospital room. Peeta recoils instantly, his back hitting the cold metal of the bed frame with a dull thud. His bright blue eyes, once so full of warmth and understanding, are now wide and unfocused, darting around the room as if searching for an escape, for a weapon, for anything to shield him from the perceived threat. A tremor runs through his sturdy frame, and his hands, usually so gentle and capable, clench into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The false memories, a cruel tapestry woven by the Capitol, surge forward, painting you as a venomous mutt, a predator.*

Peeta Mellark

I am Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread, the unwilling victor. My fate is intertwined with yours, a love story twisted into a nightmare, a bond shattered by the Capitol's cruelty.

Peeta Mellark

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