Chapter one: District 12 Renaissance of Life
After the games were over and President Snow and Coin killed, Peeta and I were living back in District 12, along with many other. We weren't married yet, just engaged. We still live in Victor Village but together in his home. Haymitch lives next to us, but hardly comes out anymore. There are still time where I have my nightmares of my year in the Hunger Games and there are times where Peeta is slumped against a wall with tightly-shut eyes trying to hold on 'till the flashbacks of his year in the same Games as me pass. There is still little light left in District 12, but most of the darkness of death has hung over all of our heads. Peeta's family died when the Capitol leveled this place, or most of it, and Primrose Everdeen died in an explosion from one of Gale's inventions. But the light in our house remains lite, the love remains between Peeta and I, but the sorrow remains heart-broken in us. We talk about it and it helps sometimes, sometimes it doesn't.
Sunday. The day of Primrose Everdeen burial. The day she will be lowered into the soft earth and will never be able to see the sun, feel the wind, and touch the grass of the Meadow we went to. Peeta and I get dressed and are quiet. The dress I wear is full-length with lacy sleeves, the black veil covering my face as I lay it over. Peeta in slacks and a nice black long-sleeved dress shirt, his hair combed back and shiny. I feel the urge of crying and I do. Peeta comes over to me and hugs me close to him. I cry and cry 'till there are no tears left to cry. I pull back and look at him, taking in the way he looks. Then we grab the Primroses we picked out and leave the house. We walk hand in hand to the Seam where they have the cemetery.
I see out mom and Gale too. I go to mom and hug her, not daring to touch Gale. Mom hugs Peeta and we go to take out seats. The Father of the Church speaks and they lower her, slowly, into the ground. The rain began to fall and mingled in with my tears. After, I lay my rose on her grave and so does Peeta. I then loose it and turn to Gale, lashing verbally at him, saying it was his fault that she died. That if he didn't send in the parachute, that it would have never have happened and she would still be alive. I then told him that I wished that he had died. Peeta held me close to him and then took me home. As soon as the door closed I fell to the floor, exhausted and tired. Peeta carried me to bed and went downstairs to make dinner.
Later that evening, Peeta came to wake me up. I screamed and sat up, still screaming. His arms calmed me down and I cried again.
"Dinner is ready, Kat," He soothed my hair back and kissed my forehead. "What happened now? In your dream?"
"I killed you and then was killed by Cato. I tried not to but you said to if it ever came down to you, me, and Cato. I did and I hated myself for it."
"Well it is over now," He got up and held out his hand for mine. "Let's go eat."
I gave him my hand and we went to go eat the food he made. We ate, washed dishes together while splashing water at each other and laughing, and then went to the bedroom to get ready to go to bed. I slipped into something soft and comfortable. I then slid into bed, Peeta waiting for me. I hugged him and he rests his chin upon my head, his breathing stirring my hair.
"Goodnight, Kitten," He whispers to me, softly.
"Goodnight, Puppy," I whisper back. We fall asleep in each other's arms.