I’ve decided to move along to another blog, and basically retire this one. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and grow and figure things out in the last month in which I’ve been away, and I think what I really need now is a fresh start. For my psyche, if nothing else.
You can find my new blog here. Keep in mind that it’s not strictly THG, but I’ll announce fic updates here, and hopefully be able to offer a better taste of who I am, really, as a person.
Thanks for all the good times on this account.
On the other side of the bed, I can hear the soft sounds of breathing that tell me Peeta is still asleep. For a minute I just lay there, making no move to get up. Eventually, I realize I’m naked. I don’t even need to check behind me to know Peeta is, too. Last night I broke down; I cried and cried while Peeta held me and tried to soothe me. In the give and take of my hysterics, his attempts to comfort me, eventually the night lead to him moving inside of me as we desperately clung to each other. Sometimes it’s the best way to stay tethered to reality.