There are some things that never change about them.
She still braids her hair. Rare is the day he can convince her to leave it down.
She still has nightmares, and so does he. She still comforts him, and he still comforts her.
She still hunts. He still bakes.
She still curls her fingers over the pearl when he's not looking, not that he doesn't know anyway.
They still can make each other laugh.
He still paints; she still watches.
They still take care of Haymitch.
She is still the girl on fire.
He is still the boy with the bread.
When he whispers "You love me. Real or not real?" She always says real.
They still remember.
They still miss their families, their neighbors, their friends that are gone now.
They still are together. They still love each other.
Some things will never change about them.
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