We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt and look after our daughter Willow. Haymitch deals with Effie in her pregnant state. We're not alone. A few hundred others returned back to the district with their families, whatever has happened, this is our home. The mines are closed and memorials are being built for all who lost their lives in district 12 ever, including my father and Prim. Machines from the Capitol create new factories for the people to work in. The Meadow, where I take my daughter and explain what every flower and tree is, turns green again.
Peeta and I grew back together, married with a child. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. What I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
- Rewritten, added parts and parts slightly changed from, Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay.
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After the Rebellion | Part 2
FanfictionThis is the book after, after the rebellion. If you haven't read that I suggest you do before reading this one. I do not own any of the characters all rights go to Suzanne Collins 'The Hunger Games' trilogy.
