Chapter 1:
We live in peace now, all because I unwillingly became the mockingjay in the rebellion. The hole that lies in my chest is still being bandaged. I think about her every morning when I look out my window. Every morning I slide out of Peeta's comforting grasp and tip toe to the window. I can see the primrose's that Peeta planted in honor of her; Prim. She was too kind, too gentle, full of life and...she left us too soon. On bad mornings, after a long night of vicious nightmares, I find myself staring out at the primrose's and I'm crying. It just a few tears but it's like a dam broke and I scream so loud that Peeta bolts out of bed and comes to my aid. I hate crying. It makes me feel weak. Peeta wonders why I don't want kids now and the truth is...I'm still mourning and to try and take care of a kid right now is just too much for me to handle.