The Beginning

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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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