Disclaimer I do Not Own The Hunger Games Trilogy. Suzanne Collins wrote the amazing series. But this, this is by me. My take on what happened during and after the Epilogue.
Chapter 1
It has been a few months since I have returned to 12, and it doesn't feel the same. It is almost too quiet, and there is no one here but Haymitch, Sae, and I. Peeta hasn't been back to district 12 since before the Quell. I miss Peeta, and his warmth. I hate having nightmares and waking up with nobody to comfort me. I worry he is probably in another district or even in the capitol and may never come back. Sae comes over every once in awhile to check in on me and brings me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She acts like the mother I have never had. Haymitch is his usual self, always drunk and somehow taking care of his crazy geese.
I decided today I would go outside for a considering the only place I have been is my house. I get my jacket and when I open the door there is a hovercraft in my front yard. First I think that it is just Haymitch's delivery of liquor. No, I am wrong there is a shadow emerging with someone by his side. Peeta? No it couldn't be. I just sit there waiting to see who this figure is. I see Haymitch's door swing open and say,"It's about time." The person has fully emerged into the sunlight and I see Peeta with his blonde hair and blue eyes. I run back inside and go out the back way so he doesn't see me. I don't him to see me right now I just want go to the woods and clear my mind and figure out what is going on. I sprint out the back door to the meadow hoping that nobody, as in Haymitch and Peeta, saw me. I start walking when I can't see the rubble of the, what was once, seam. As I keep on my journey to the woods I see an Evening Primrose and fall to my knees and start to cry. I hear a twig break behind me and my first instinct was to load my bow but I don't have it yet, so I stand and turn to see Haymitch. "You know the boy is here right?",he says. I nod my head,yes. "He asked were you are, and told me he wanted to see you," he tells me how he asked for Peeta to come back to 12 and that they wouldn't let him until they knew he could control himself alone. "Do you want to go see him," he asks. "Yea, of course I do," I say after I have wiped my tears away and my eyes were no longer puffy. The next thing I knew we were walking to Peeta's house.