Snow

Once again it was that time of the year. That time when light shines everywhere and children skip merrily. That time of the year where everyone goes to and fro just to get gifts for one another.

Everyone's spirit is so different when this time arrives. Inside their hearts, their spirit somehow leaps for joy. In their eyes, she could see their spirit.

She looked around and stared at it; the beautiful, white snow that fell on the ground. She watched the children build snowmen, throw snowballs at each other, and just have fun.

She saw that all of those children were smiling, laughing. As well as the adults who were anxious to celebrate with their loved ones.

She thought how it all came to that. Years ago, the holiday wasn't celebrated in such a way. It wasn't celebrated at all. The wonderful occasion wasn't filled with joy or excitement, filled with delightful melodies, or brightness.

In fact it was dark. Totally dark.

And in that darkness there would be the so-called beautiful, pure, white snow.

But snow wasn't all beautiful, and she knew that.

Because during those times, that beautiful, pure, white snow, would be covered in a fiery red color.

The color of blood.

Yearly, it happened. Those games that remind them of their cruel fate. The sad reality of the world they lived in.

But then, everything changed. The Mockingjay came, which saved them all from the depths of despair. She, whom they called the Mockingjay, did things that no one else deemed possible.

They fought, and that fiery red color of a liquid that she detests the most, the one that she didn't want to see that much was shed. It was everywhere.

"Katniss."

That one voice was enough to snap her out of her reverie; the owner of that voice, who has been with her during those times, the one who has been with her all this time, the one who truly and undeniably loves her.

He sat next to her, gave her a cup of hot chocolate and watched the snow that was falling.

She snuggled close to him and perhaps, she thought, that snow wasn't so bad anymore.

"Merry Christmas, Peeta."

I do not own The Hunger Games or any of it's characters. Credits to Suzanne Collins. I actually made this for a contest, and thought of posting it here.

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~Damsel Waiting for the Hero~