Lights flash from all angles, I hear every click, of each camera and I can feel the eyes of onlookers staring , people craning to get a look at the winners. Us. But I don't feel like a winner. I feel as if I lost, no I feel worse than that, if I'd lost I wouldn't be here I would be dead and wouldn't be feeling any of this. I want to die because though I'm holding onto Peeta's hand so hard-harder even than he did when we were first presented as district 12's tributes 'on fire'. I feel him slipping away from me and I hate it, but I say nothing, there's nothing I could say anyway except the words 'I love you' but I can't because he would know I was lying.
The crowd parts to let us through and there I see prim she pulls away from my mother and sprints headlong towards me and I finally let go of Peeta's hand but I think nothing of it, he's seen his family too and run to meet them. My full attention now on my sister. Oh, I'd missed her so much. I wipe away her tears and hug her close.
'don't cry okay I'm home now everything's going to be fine.' I hope.
'you did it.' she whispers.
'of course I did, I promised?'
'You were so brave I could never have done that.'
'well then, it's lucky you don't have to.' I smile.