Okay, as you can see I made this chapter shorter than it used to be, the rest of it is now the first chapter, and this beginning part is well…. The beginning, the prologue, of the story/collection of one-shots. Just so you know, this is the only time a chapter will EVER be this short. I usually aim around 2,000 words for each chapter, but this is just a prologue, so it doesn't need to be super long :)
Prologue:
Back then, everything was simple. In District 12 you live, you starve, you work in the mines and then, eventually you die. And if you were lucky you would escape being reaped for the Hunger Games.
If you were extremely lucky; you found someone to love, and that love would help you to get through the hard days. Now even something as small as getting dressed in the morning seems extremely complex.
My life means nothing to me anymore without Primrose Everdeen.
In case you haven't figured it out yet I'm Rory Hawthorne. Primrose Everdeen was the love of my life, my whole world. Now she's gone forever. She was killed in the bombings in the Capitol; my sweet flower was killed trying to help those innocent Capitol children.
My family and friends don't talk to me much anymore, simply because they don't know what to say. There's nothing they can say or anything they can do that will make this right.
Memories flash through my mind, Prim's dazzling blue eyes looking at me from across the room, her laugh that sounded like tinkling bells when I would tell her a joke.
Those were all happy memories. It hurts me to remember how happy I was with her though; it just reminds me how dead I am now, how dull my life is. They tell me it's good to remember what she was like, and what we did together.
As I approach her grave stone I run my fingers over the writing there, engraved in the stone. "Primrose Everdeen, Beloved daughter and friend to everyone. Our angel on earth." I laugh bitterly, now she's a real angel, up in heaven and she's never coming back. I place a bouquet of primroses underneath the headstone.
Of course there was no body to bury; she was vaporized completely from the intense heat of the bomb.
I run my hand over the stone again and try to remember her face. Every day it gets harder and harder to call her face to mind, but it's been 3 years, I'm surprised and very grateful that I haven't totally forgotten what she looked like. Her bright eyes and soft, silky hair, shinning like the halo of an angel. And then there's her lips, I'll never forget her soft, pink rosebud mouth, or the first time we kissed, the memory makes me smile, in spite of myself. It was at a party, a celebration; the Capitol threw for the District to celebrate the return of Katniss and Peeta.
I stand up and brush off some dirt from my pants and look at Prim's grave stone. "I love you Prim, and I wish you were here." I kiss the top of the headstone then without another word I turn and walk towards my small cabin. No, life will never be the same without her.
Maybe one day I'll be able to move on, well, at least that's what everyone says anyway. I just don't think it's possible.
I'll never love anyone as much as I loved Primrose Everdeen, the girl who danced away with my heart and took it forever.
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