Letters to Primrose

by Ameliamoore

*Spoilers to the end of the third book.* Katniss has been talking to Primrose since her death over a year and a half ago, and recently started to write to her instead. These are a series of letters she wrote to her sister over the twenty years that had passed leading up to the Epilogue.

1. Chapter 1

To Primrose, the girl who was as lovely as the flower for which she was named

You have been gone for more than an entire year and a half now. Doctor Aurelius caught me talking to you yesterday and suggested that I write to you instead. I feel a bit silly, really, but I guess it beats talking to thin air. I miss you, Prim. I miss you every single day, only it never gets better. It never hurts any less. Sometimes I used to come downstairs and start to tell you something, but then I would remember that you weren't there. That I was alone.

Mother has gone to District four to start a hospital. They named a wing in your honour because, after all, without you none of this would have happened. Some days I wish that your name had never come out of that bowl, Prim, that the rebellion had never happened. I would rather that hundreds suffered for years to come just so I could see you again. For you to be safe above all others. They don't matter to me, but you were my everything. I can't think of anything else some days. Mother won't come home now. I think she sees the dark, empty place where my heart once sat. She's gone again, Prim, but that's okay. She has her work and nobody else left to care for.

Buttercup came back a little while ago, he's safe and getting fat. He stays in the home we once shared but he won't come to Peeta's. I moved in there last month just so I didn't have to look at the chair you used to sit in or your knitting bag that is still on the floor beside your bed. Hazelle and the children are moving in there soon but she promises to leave your things alone until I can make my self remove them. As long as they are there, you are too. A piece of you, at least.

It would have been your birthday next month, Prim. Peeta is making you a cake covered in your favourite flowers. We're going to have a small party, just as and the Hawthornes and a few others from Twelve. You would have been Sixteen. That's how old I was when this whole thing began, when everything Changed. I see you everywhere, Prim, you grow as I do. I see you tall and beautiful in your dress feeding the geese with Haymitch. I see you lying in your bed with your hair splayed around your head and those creases in your cheek from where the sheets pressed into them. People are returning to rebuild the district and I swear, Prim, I saw you laughing with the man who sells ribbons at the market. But then she turned around and I realised it wasn't you. It will never be you.

I promise to write to you as often as I can. I need somebody to share everything with. I need my sister. I love you more than you could imagine and I miss you every day. I'll see you soon, but not soon enough. We'll meet again. But until then, Goodbye my lovely Primrose.

With all the love in Panem,
Katniss