🍞 starter for @survivcrsguilt | Peeta & Ella !
There wasn’t very much to do in District 13. And even what there was to do, Peeta wasn’t allowed because he wasn’t allowed to be left on his own. He may not have been himself, not in the way that he used to be anyway, but that hadn’t taken anything away from his intellect. He’d survived this long and that said something about the way his brain worked, didn’t it? Never-the-less, sometimes people talked like he wasn’t there. So he knew that people considered him ‘ dangerous ’ and ‘ unpredictable ’. He guessed he sort of was.
Peeta had always been a little bit quiet, observing his surroundings, and that was all he was now. When he saw a lonely and sad looking little girl with a bruise, one who he had only seen with that older drunk man, who reminded him of a meaner Haymitch, he became concerned. It was probably something that he shouldn’t have concerned himself with, considering the fact that he had much bigger problems.
He couldn’t help being drawn to the situation, wanting to help. Finally, one day he came to sit next to her at her table in the dining hall. ❝Hi. -- Are you okay?❞ So maybe that wasn’t the best approach, but it was better than saying nothing.