Finally I have had the inspiration to write and post a new story! Yay! This will be a collection of short stories of life after the epilogue. This collection of stories was inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Safe and Sound from The Hunger Games soundtrack as you can probably tell from the title. Some of the stories will be sad and others will be fluffy. I also read somewhere that Suzanne Collins named Katniss' and Peeta's children Willow and Rye so that is what they will be called in these stories. I am also still planning another Hunger Games story so stay tuned! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games

"Mummy, wake up, wake up! I have to go to school," I hear Willow's soft, angelic voice whisper in my ear. Every school morning would be pretty much the same. At precisely seven o'clock Willow would tip toe into mine and Peeta's bedroom and gently shake me awake telling me that we must get ready so we can reach her school in time.

It is needless for Willow to wake me up as I am already wide awake before I hear her small footsteps run into our bedroom.

"Come on, let's get you dressed," I say as I hop out of bed and run her back into her own bedroom. I would get her dressed and sit her down on a small wooden stool and braid her dark locks into two separate braids. After breakfast I would slip her small school pack filled with her pencils and books onto her back. I always stay back to keep an eye on a sleeping Rye and Peeta would walk Willow to school.

This is when my favourite part of the school mornings commences. It's always the same but it always brings a smile to my face. I would watch as Peeta and Willow walk hand in hand to school. They would walk through a field scattered with bright yellow dandelions and I always watch as Peeta leans down, plucks a single dandelion and tucks it into her braid.

She will come home from school with the dandelion still clinging to her hair and run upstairs to stash her dandelion in a small wooden box where she keeps her collection of wilted dandelions.

Although those dandelions have wilted and lost their yellow hue those flowers mean something to Willow just as something damaged can still mean a great deal to someone else even if it's hard to see it from your own perspective, especially when you're the one who is damaged.

I guess that's the way Peeta loves me and the way I love him. We are both damaged, physically and mentally, but we both have shared wonderful memories that allow us to overlook our damaged selves and see the beauty inside, like Willow sees the enjoyment she feels every time Peeta picks her a dandelion through the damaged, wilted remains of those flowers.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated! :)