A few weeks back, I posted a picture of a beer - Jaw Jacker. And peetasbunmyoven, of course, made inappropriate comments about Peeta in relation to the beer’s epic name.
As a gift to her, for her wickedly dirty mind and wonderfully friendly soul, I wrote this significantly-more-than-a-drabble drabble.
Well, Katniss thinks, as she stares at her laptop screen. Here goes nothing.
She clears her throat. Casts a wary glance behind her shoulder, to make sure her roommate Madge hasn’t wandered into their dorm room. Clears her throat again. And then rolls her eyes at herself.
This is stupid. Just do it.
She opens up Google. And she begins to type.
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
'til our Life shall be Done.
I’m committed to finishing this chapter of AtPM and sending it off to beta by the end of the month! Here’s a little snippet, for those interested.
Wait. Isn’t Gale dead?
That’s exactly what I was thinking. Maybe it’s kind of flashback!
Awwww! Thank you so much my dear Jule. You’re absolutly awesome.
“People think she’s all cool and humble, but she actually has mental problems.”
it’s the things we l o v e most that d e s t r o y us.