I clutch the bouquet of flowers in my hands as I walk up to the stone with the engraving "Primrose Louise Everdeen" in bold letters. It cost us two turkeys, five squirrels and three loaves of bread to get it for her but it was worth every penny. Knelt down on my knees, I lay the flowers on the ground and let the tears flow as Peeta's arms surround me. "It's okay.." He whispers as his fingers caress my braid, "at least Buttercup can keep her company now. And your father and Rue. All our old friends and family are with her."
His face looks half sad half lonesome. I know he's thinking about his family, probably his father since his mother and brothers never cared for him. I nod and hide my face into his chest as I hear a small voice whisper "Aunt Katniss?" I put on a smile and turn around. "Yes River?"
Poor kid. About a year or two after Annie had him she completely broke down. My mother tried to help since she was still in District 4 but Annie just kept staring at a picture of Finnick. Everyone agreed that Annie needed help and couldn't be a responsible mother. Of course Annie protested and cried, she couldn't bare the thought of her son in the hands of strangers. After a five hour phone call with Annie she decided Peeta and I could be River's guardians. "It's what Finnick would have wanted.." She sobbed into the phone.
"I'm hungry." The little voice snaps me back into reality and I see his shy, little smile. I turn to face Peeta "I just need a few more minutes…" He nods and kisses my forehead. "Take your time, I'll cook lunch." I smile as I watch them walk home. Hopefully Rosey and Cinna will eat. They've been sick for a few days which scares Peeta but I calm him down every time. Whether I like it or not healing people is in my blood.
I run my fingertips along the cool, smooth stone. "Hey Prim." I whisper as her image floods into my mind along with some happy memories and the memory of her death. I sigh "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I tried, I tried my best but you shouldn't have even been there!" Tears are welling in my eyes and my voice is cracking. "You were just thirteen! Too young to be a soldier, too young…" The tears spill out and I realize I'm clutching the stone. I try to compose myself but it's no use. I'm broken beyond repair.
"I love you Prim, forever." I stand up and touch three finger of my left hand to my lips, giving her the district twelve sign of respect. I turn around and look towards home. Home. All cozy and warm on this cool fall day. Home, where my children and husband are eating. I start to head home when my feet have another idea. In just a matter of seconds I'm behind the fence following a familiar sound I haven't heard in years. As soon as I reach the pond where my father took me, I've found the source of the sound. "Hey Catnip."