Chapter 1:
We live in peace now, all because I unwillingly became the mockingjay in the rebellion. The hole that lies in my chest is still being bandaged. I think about her every morning when I look out my window. Every morning I slide out of Peeta's comforting grasp and tip toe to the window. I can see the primroses that Peeta planted in honor of her: Prim. She was too kind, too gentle, full of life. She left us too soon. On bad mornings, after a long night of vicious nightmares, I find myself staring out at the primroses and I'm crying. It's not just a few tears, but it's like a dam broke and I scream so loud that Peeta bolts out of bed, coming to my aid. I hate crying. It makes me feel weak. Peeta wonders why I don't want kids now and the truth is...I'm still mourning. Trying to take care of a kid right now is just too much for me to handle.
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Forgetting The Fire's We've Started
FanfictionAfter the Rebellion, Katniss is left shattered and broken. Luckily, she has Johanna to keep her grounded. Between frequent fights with Peeta and Finnick's upcoming memorial service, things become out of hand quickly.
