Hi guys! This is my second story on Fanfiction, so I hope you like it. This is a sequel to A Flower In Spring. My writing has much improved since I wrote that, so this story will probably be better gramatically and over-all. I'm not planning on redoing A Flower In Spring any time soon, so if you don't want to read it, I will provide a summary.

Elodie is a small teenager with a single dad and an older brother. She is chosen for the Hunger Games along with Ty, who is secretly in love with her. In the games, Ty teams up with the Careers, but later finds Elodie and confesses how much he likes her. When they were the last two, Ty pulled out the berries and they both won. Elodie lost her leg and is stuck in a wheel chair. At the end of the first story, Elodie tells Ty she doesn't love him because she doesn't want another person the Capitol can take away.

Elodie has more of a Peeta personality, and Ty has a Katniss personality.

Thanks for reading!

I haven't spoken to Ty in the past five months. The whole 'maybe I can just not love Ty' thing isn't working out. Every time I see him, my heart throbs. I miss him even though, he lives two houses away from me. And he thinks I hate him.

In between crying over Ty, I cry over my leg. Living without it has proven difficult, but I get along. I have my wheel chair, but with dirt roads it's difficult. I hardly ever leave the house, anyway. I cook for Father and Huck, I clean, I read, and I paint out my nightmares. They have plagued my sleep ever since we won. It brings the pain back just as it leaves my mind. I see terrible images, not unlike being in the Hunger Games again. Painting them really does help. I paint the good memories mostly. With Ty and I in the cave, and just being together.

I feel terrible, because I've woken up Huck or Dad almost every night. They come in and hold me until I stop crying and stay with me until I fall asleep again. They're tired so I don't complain about my exhaustion. I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep at one time in several months.

Today I'm painting in the back garden Huck planted for me. My easel sits in front of me with a blank canvass awaiting a subject. The garden very green, but I enjoy the outdoors and I can paint the mountains and the forests.

The cool November air makes a shiver run up my spine and I tighten my shawl around my shoulders. I'm about to tickle the white with my paintbrush, but I hear a commotion coming from the square. I had found a smoother path to the square earlier in the week, so I decide to go. It takes me several minutes but when I get there I find the square packed with people with grim expressions. One man spots me and whispers to me harshly, "Get out of here girl, you'll make it worse."

Others see me and say similar things. I make my way to the front of the crowd. I see a body hands bound to a pole with red lash marks on its back. I look up and find an unfamiliar peacekeeper with a whip raised in his hand. I look back down and look at the mass more closely. It's a man, tall, broad shoulders, dark hair…. it's Ty. I scream and propel myself in front of him and feel the whip lash across cheek. I fall backwards and hit my head on the cobble stone. I hear a murmur go through the crowd and everything fades to black.

I wake up on my bed back in the Victor's Village. I hear hushed talking down the hall. When I try to sit up, a wave of dizziness pushes me back down. Slowly, I sit back up again and ease myself into the wheelchair next to my bed. I wheel down the hall and into the kitchen. A bloody Ty is lying face down on the table and Dad, Huck, Haymitch, Ty's mother, and a woman I don't know a crowded around him. As I come in, they turn to look at me. Mrs. Lockhearst's eyes are filled with wet tears of worry. Haymitch is as sober as I've seen him. The other woman focuses her attention back to Ty and puts medicine on his back. I look to Huck for an explanation of everything that has happened. He looks to Father and Dad nods. Huck comes and pushes my chair into the sitting room and sits across from me.

"Ty was caught with a turkey when he went to go sell it to Old Cray. Apparently he was replaced and Ty ran into the new head peacekeeper. The official punishment is a whipping, but Cray never enforced it. The new peacekeeper stopped shortly after you showed up. The other woman here is Mrs. Everdeen. She knows her stuff about healing. Ty will be ok, after some rest."

I can only nod. I reach up to brush some hair out of my face, but my hand stops at a large red welt. To my distress, it sting terribly but I ignore it. Ty is what's important right now.

When we go back to the kitchen, it seems Mrs. Everdeen has finished up. She says goodbye to Mrs. Lockhearst and leaves. Haymitch leaves shortlty after.

A few hours later, Huck walks Mrs. Lockhearst home. Ty is to stay here, for the fear of moving him. Dad leaves to pick up something from the square and I'm left alone with Ty.

I wheel up to the table and stare at him. His dark hair has gotten a little longer and I finger a strand softly. I move my hand over his facial features as gently as possible. He's just as he was five months ago. God, how I missed looking at him. My fingers stop at his lips and I feel pangs inside of me.

Very slowly I bring my lips to his, to feel them against mine for the first time since before we arrived home in Twelve.