DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Hunger Games. So this is my first fanfiction, so please don't hate, but creative criticism would be awesome! Thank you so much for reading it!

I walk through the square, the place where everything started. The place where I became part of the Hunger Games. People walk around, enjoying the weather. But the weather can't put a smile on my face. I don't even know why I'm here. I needed to feel the air on my face, I guess. I absently watch the people walk around. A woman with gray hair leads a young boy around, carrying a basket of fruit. Two men who were covered in sweat lifted bags of flour onto a cart. I see a girl with a blond braid walk out of sight and my heart stops.

"Prim?" I ask, voice breaking. My thoughts aren't rational; it can't be her. But I push through the people, trying to get to her. Prim, with blue eyes and the face as fresh as a raindrop. I almost run to where she disappeared. She is nowhere in sight. My heart falls and my breath hitches. I push the pain back, trying to stay unnoticed. I blink my eyes a few times to keep back tears. Then my face goes neutral, and I begin to walk back to Peeta and our children. I don't see the people that pass by me, I just concentrate on the horizon. Eventually I get back to our house, but I stay outside. The door opens, and Rowan and Dahlia run out. Rowan runs past, too young to notice that there is something wrong. But Dahlia stops at my side.

"Mommy? Are you okay?" Dahlia asks me. I look down at my daughter with her dark hair and blue eyes. I take a deep breath through my nose before nodding. She smiles at me, hugs my legs, and dances off to play with Rowan. His blond curls bounce as he runs with Dahlia pushing his legs as fast as he can so he can keep up with her. I watch them silently and feel Peeta walk up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and I lean against him, grateful for the comfort.

"Katniss, what's wrong? And don't tell me you're fine." Peeta asks quietly. I purse my lips, not answering. I don't want to tell him how weak I just was. But he waits for my answer, so I sigh and glance at Rowan and Dahlia, making sure they aren't paying attention.

"I thought I saw Prim in the square." I said tightly, trying to stay indifferent. I keep my answer as short as possible, fearing my voice will crack. He hugs me closer to him. My pain does not leave, but he makes my pain easier to bear. I give him a smile.

"Go on inside. I'll watch them." He tells me softly. I nod, but wait a moment before leaving his comforting arms. Always comforting. I walk inside, my children's laughter fading. I hurry to mine and Peeta's room. I lie down on the bed and pull the sheets over my head. Away from the scrutinizing eyes of the world, I can let the tears fall freely down my face. My mind is bombarded with images of Prim. So many memories of my Primrose.

Eventually I feel Peeta crawl into bed next to me and pull me to him, tucking my head under his chin. I sniffle into his chest a few times before taking a deep breath and kiss him gently on his collarbone.

"Thanks." I mumble. Peeta cradles my face in his hands and nods with a sweet smile. He looks at me with loving eyes. I glance at the doors, wondering where Dahlia and Rowan are. Peeta understands immediately.

"They're helping Greasy Sae cook dinner. Probably hindering more than helping, but she didn't mind." Peeta says to me. I nod and give a weak laugh.

"I love you, Katniss." He told me quietly. I smile up at him, my earlier pain lessening, almost leaving my mind completely.

"I love you too, Peeta." I answered seriously and pressed my lips to his. It was supposed to just be a light, comforting kiss. But my body starts buzzing, and I press myself closer, craving his touch. My hands lock around his neck, and one of his hands travel to my back and pull me closer. My mind becomes frazzled, and I can barely think.

But then I hear Dahlia's high pitched laugh echo through the house, and I break away, breathing hard. Peeta chuckles softly and kisses the top of my head lightly. Then he stands up, untangling himself from me. He holds out a hand to help me up, and I gladly accept it. I stumble and almost fall into him. I laugh and mumble an apology. He shrugs and leads me out the door. I hold onto his hand tightly. He is my anchor, my savior, my love.

We walk into the kitchen just in time to see Rowan knock over a bowl full of vegetables. Greasy Sae grumbles to herself and bends over to clean it up. Dahlia giggles and starts to help her clean up the mess. Rowan looks like he's just been caught stealing. He sees us and runs over, hoping we will protect him. He latches onto my leg, and I laugh at him. I release my grip on Peeta's hand to hold my arms out to Rowan. He jumps into them, and I pull him close, resting him on my hip. Peeta walks over to help clean, but Greasy Sae waves him away. He shrugs and walks over to us. He ruffles Rowan's hair, and then walks over to the rocker by the fire. I follow him over and hand him Rowan, who is squirming toward him. I smile at them both, so glad that I have them. Dahlia has finished cleaning the scattered vegetables and walks over, taking my hand.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Dahlia trails behind me as I walk to answer it. I swing the door open, wondering who could be behind it. I see the person waiting patiently outside, and I stumble back. I feel like I have been punched in the gut. My heart is in my throat. Her blond hair is in a messy braid and her blue eyes are warm. She is smiling at me.

"Prim?" I whisper, forcing the name out.

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