Hey random strangers. So I got inspiration based off 'Photograph' by Ed Sheeran and it's also as well gonna have sort of the May 10th 2014 and then June 12th 2006 like Kismett did and yeah so lets get started.

Peeta's POV

October 17th, 2014.(Age(s.) 24 and 26.)

The black love seat isn't the same.

Nothing is anymore. After everything, every single item in this room is just foreign. It doesn't feel loving.

It just feels like a piece of blank printer paper.

But it hits me hard today.

The books still in the exact same position. The records placed how she always liked them; organized and color coded as well alphabetical. I made sure it was in the exact same position is before every single time Iuses it.

I'm not the same person anymore I was 2-3 years ago.

I could be called a living dead corpse because this depressions just hit me harder then ever. The pain never leaving my small delicate heart. Murmuring to myself and rocking back and fourth.

And holding on to a small delicate photo. The photo so delicate and precious to me, I might break down if I loses it.

A photograph. Thats all I have of her. Not her scent, her dark wavy locks, her soft delicate voice, the feel of her skin on mine, her words, her kisses, her stormy kind eyes, her small freckles by her petite nose, her laugh, her personality, her stubbornness, her selfless ways and all her other flawless ways and physical appear (or whats in her heart.) Just a photograph of the girl who I lost. The photograph of a girl I should've never let her go.

But I had to her. To help herself and me. If this would help us, if she can one day come back to me, I could be sane again.

But what is the true meaning of sanity? At this point, I don't even know.

I look at the picture and a small smile plasters my merchant face.

Her smooth face showing her flawless looks. Her pair of charcoals is soft and generous. A small smile is stuck on her face, not moving.

Her eyes never blinking. Never.

"Blink,"I murmur. "Please blink,"

The photo doesn't move once. She's not budging one bit.

"Please move,"I plead, tears running down my face.

But like a dead corpse, she doesn't. And that scares me. It scares me shitless.

I remember the first time when I met Katniss Everdeen. Which was the day I found my sunshine.

September 17th, 2010 (Age(s.) 19 and 21.)

The house is packed with random strangers. Some with curly hair, wavy hair etc. None of the girls here interest me at all.

I tell the guys I'm heading out to grab something at the mini bar Thom has installed a couple months ago. As I make view of it with my eyes, something I see interests me like a diamond in a sea of coal.

From what I see from her back, her hair is inside a dutch braid thats off to the side on her right shoulder. I can see she has a brown leather jacket on and dark skinny jeans. I can also make out black boots. Black combat boots.

I sit down right next to her, I order a rum and coke, the pretty young girl nursing a margarita. I get my drink and take a quick sip. I set my drink back on the mahogany table and look to see we're the only ones at the bar.

Perfect, I think.

"So do you come here often?"

She looks at me and looks around the bar area, seeing no one is here and looks at me.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Well you are the only one around here, or do you happen to have invisible friends?"I question.

"No it's just I don't expect strangers to ask me how the weather is or if I come to the bar often,"She states.

"Oh."

"And no, I don't go to parties or bars often. I was dragged by my roommates but as clearly you can see, they've ditched me,"

"So your not the crazy party girl?" I ask.

"No. Just a girl who casually decided to come,"She says.

It's quiet for a couple moments as I take another swing at my drink before we continue our conversation.

"So dear lady, what your name?"

"Katniss Everdeen,"She replies.

"Well Katniss Everdeen I think you are a very fascinating person,"I tell her.

"You barley know me,"

"Your right but you intrigue me Katniss, something about you makes me want to know and study you like a textbook,"

"I don't even know your name."She protests. I can obviously tell she's a little afraid. I don't know what she is afraid of though.

"Peeta Mellark. Senior."

"I'm a softmore. I transferred here two weeks ago."

"Well then Ms. Everdeen, I'll show you around town. Be your escort, or tour guide." I say and I see her face lightly flushed and it makes her even more beautiful. We talk for the rest of the night, about our majors and classes. Her major is literature and is taking a lot of classes. She wants to become a writer. Like I camera, I only wanna focus on her. By the end of the night, I know one thing:

I'm gonna find everything about the incredible Ms. Katniss Everdeen.

End of chapter! I hope you liked this story and how it started. If you have an ideas please review! I also have a tumblr which is .com. See you next chapter!