Happiness.
"Peeta, you know as much as me that this day was going to come!" The women raises her voice, but not too much to wake up her sleeping children. The man is sitting on a stool across from her. He tries to come up with a valid argument, anything to stop his wife from meeting up with her long time buddy.
"Listen…" The women approaches the man slowly, like she would do when she were out hunting and see an frightened animal. She bends down and holds the man's hand; she doesn't look at him though. She looks out the window to gather her thoughts.
"He was my best friend… my hunting partner. I knew his secrets and he knew mine. But now, it's no longer the way it was when we were 17 years old. He doesn't mean a thing to me anymore. Not after what he did to-, to…" She trails off and turns to the man once more, looking at his clouded blue eyes. He nods, and murmurs a name that only sends the women in a state of shock.
The man, whom is still struggling to have somewhat of a grip on reality, looks at his wife. He looks like a child, vulnerable and lost in confusion.
"Are you happy. Real or not real?" The woman raises her head, and a look of desperation crosses her features. It's not a hard question. It's a question that her children ask her quite often actually. A question that her mother, asks every time she calls. A question that her loved ones, her friends, and people whom are simply strangers ask her all the time. She always smiles and replies her one word answer. Yes.
"Katniss?" The man, the boy with the bread, the fellow tribute, the ally, the friend, the lover, the Father of her children, her Husband. He has been there through thick and thin. He has given her a life that she had never dared wished for. Love, that she never thought she deserved. He is her dandelion in the spring, even in his dark times.
She smiles. Puts her scarred hands on his cheeks, presses her lips against his and once they separate for a brief moment, she whispers.
"Real."