All rights go to Susan Collins for the amazing book and Taylor Swift and the Ronan Thompson Foundation for this beautiful song.
Katniss POV
The last 8 months have been the toughest I've ever been through. Peeta and I's son, Ronan, was diagnosed with cancer 8 months ago. He's only 4 years old. He has to stay in the hospital so the doctors could monitor him. But I know he isn't going to last any longer. I start to bawl.
"Katniss! Are you ok?" Peeta says resting his hand on my shoulder. I look through the window where Ronan is sleeping. I would go in there but he's sleeping.
"I can't do this anymore! I can't watch my baby die right in front of me!" I say as I cry into his shoulder.
"He's a fighter Katniss. He'll make it through this." He says as he rubs my back.
"Look at him, Peeta! He's dying!" I say. Then the doctor walks up to us.
"Mr. and Mrs. Mellark?" He asks. Oh god. What could he tell us.
"I'm sorry to tell you, we've done everything we could've. It could be any day now." He says grimly. This can't be. More tears start coming out my eyes.
"Could be any day 'till what?" Peeta says in denial. The doctor closes his eyes.
"Peeta, I told you." That was all I could say. I could not actually say the word die or anything of that matter.
"Would you like to go in and see him?" The doctor asks. We nod and open the door.
Ronan opens his eyes and looks at us. "Mommy? Daddy?" He says. Climb into his bed and stoke his hair and I try to calm him back to sleep.
I start to sing.
"Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here. Out of this curtain room and this hospital grave, just disappear. Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away, from here. You were my best 4 years."
I tear slips out of my eyes and I kiss his cheek. The monitor goes off and he just died, wrapped in my arms. I got up and ran to Peeta and we cried in each others arms.
Dear Ronan,
I wrote a song for you. Want to hear it?
I remember your bare feet down the hallway I remember your gray eyes looking into mine like we had our own Come on baby with me I remember the drive home when the blind hope And it's about to be Halloween Come on baby with me What if I'm standing in your closet trying to talk to you? Come on baby with me I remember your bare feet down the hallway
I remember your little laugh
Race cars on the kitchen floor
Plastic dinosaurs, I love you to the moon and back
secret club
I remember you dancing before bed time then jumping on me waking
me up
I can still feel you hold my hand
Little man, from even that moment I knew
You fought it hard like an army guy
Remember I leaned in and whispered to you
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
Turned to crying and screaming, "Why?"
Flowers piled up in the worst way
No one knows what to say about a beautiful boy who died
You could be anything you wanted if you were still here
I remember the last day when I kissed your face
I whispered in your ear
We're gonna fly away from here
Out of this curtained room in this hospital
We'll just disappear
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
What if I kept the hand me downs you won't grow into?
And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?
But what if the miracle was even getting one moment with you
We're gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
I love you to the moon and back.
Again, I do not own this song so please don't sue me! Hope you guys enjoyed this