CHAPTER 1

Katniss POV

The rebellion is over. It's not how you think though, seeing as Peeta and I don't talk anymore. His mind eventually cracked seeing me, and he tried to kill me again. I was lucky, because Gale was here visiting Hazelle and the kids and he decided to drop by. Gale had gone back to District 2, and I missed him more than anything.

Its funny, how fast my feelings for Gale changed. Before he came back to District 12, I hated him. I couldn't bear to think about him, for it always brought tears because of Prim. Oh god, Prim. I think she's the only thing I miss more than Gale. Haymitch helped me dig up the primroses outside my door, even though I moved away from Victors Village. Haymitch has as well; in fact he finally hiked up his skirt and proposed to Hazelle after months of my never-ending attempt at persuasion. District 12 has rebuilt quite a bit, and I live next to Haymitch and Hazelle. I see Rory, Vick and Posy quite often, and Rory misses Prim quite a bit. Right before the rebellion he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, after they had become so close throughout the games.

And then there's Peeta. Seeing everyone in District 12 triggered memory after memory, so he eventually moved to District 9 with Delly, who had been helping him through everything. She was the only thing/person that he could stand to see, and it was obvious how in love they are. I talk to Annie every once in a while, and I miss her as well. I don't blame my mother for not coming back to 12, and I don't talk to her much. It hurts too much for the both of us.

Seeing Gale made me realize how much I love and miss him. I realize now that, although I told Peeta, "real," that it was always Gale. He was always there, and it was never Peeta. What I had with Peeta was something forced, something fake.

Currently I was making my way thru the woods, with my old bow and arrows, which somehow didn't get destroyed in the fire. Even though there was no need to hunt, I did so frequently. It kept me in shape, and most important it kept me sane. It showed me that through everything that happened, there were still some things that never changed. Right now though, I wasn't paying attention, just thinking about how much I screwed things up with Gale. He was probably off frolicking with a fancy new District 2 wife and, god forbid, children.

Before I knew it, my feet had taken me to Gale and I's old meeting spot. I winced against my will and laid down in our clearing, finally letting the tears that I've held in for so long seep down my face. I thought I heard a crunch, but ignored it. All of a sudden I was so angry. Angry at the Capitol, the Games, Prim for leaving me, Finnick for dying and leaving Annie and his unborn son. Angry at Peeta. Angry at Gale. Angry at myself. Angry at everything. I threw my bow away from me, as I let out a scream. Turning to the nearest tree as I hopped to my feet, I let out my anger. I screamed, I punched, I kicked. The tears kept flowing. With one last half-hearted punch, I leaned my forehead against the tree before turning and sliding down to the ground, letting the tears drench my face. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs, rested my head on my knees and sobbed.

Eventually my sobs quieted and I just sat there. Well, I sat there until I heard the all too familiar whisper that I craved to hear again.

"Catnip…"