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They sit out in the meadow, with the sun blazing through the opaque clouds. Watching the sun fade behind the hills that rose up in the distance. Peace, complete peace. As the birds flit amongst the trees and everything moves with an air of life and promise, it's hard to believe that this was a battlefield. So many people died in this place. It's haunted in a way. You can't forget about what happened here. Only know that from their ashes came the flowers of today. The rubble of district 12 may be long gone, but the memories are still there. Madge and Prim, I think about them every day, but Gale, he features in most of them. Every time I think about him, a wave of emotion comes through me. I never really said goodbye. What we had was complicated and tangled and messy and someone was always going to get hurt. At least now we have managed to find some sort of middle ground. It's not like I don't miss him. Days like this, when I sit out in the field with Peeta, I see him flitting through the meadow, a silent deadly predator. I remember his gentle kiss and the way things used to be. But things have changed.
Now he is out in what used to be the Capitol, probably not ever thinking about his old life. He's married now; to a woman who used to be a weapons director out in 13. They have one kid, Primrose. When he asked me to be the godmother, I was shocked. I sank into his arms and cried my eyes out. I didn't really think he cared anymore. But there he was, holding me up.
But he is happy. He must be.
And even though the nightmares still rack me every night and Peeta still wraps me in his arms and gets me through the terrible times, I think I must be too.
A girl with dark, straight hair and bright blue runs past us, chasing a little boy with blonde curls. He trips over, rolls in the dirt and lands on his stomach, laughing his head off. His sister dives in the dirt after him and tickles him. The both erupt into peels of laughter.
These are my children. Peeta's and mine. Rue and Finnick. Both dead, both living. They brought me out of the dark times and reminded me that our world can be a beautiful one. We are a family now. I would protect them with my life. They are worth more than my own life.
They won't have to fight the battles I did. I will do everything I can to stop it. These are not their games to play.
One day the nightmares might go away, the memories may fade, and things might be different. I can't change what has happen to me, the things we went through together. But I can go on living. I may be scarred but the scars will fade. And now, I can let myself go in his arms and listen to the sounds of a new world.
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