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A/N: Hello all and welcome to our story! I am happy to finally be publishing it and so is the other author! So without further or do here's the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Remembering
I wake up feeling for Prim remembering, once again that she is gone.
It seems that 9 years ago, my life completely fell apart. First, I was in the Hunger Games. Second, I was in my victory tour which wasn't the greatest. Third, I was going to get married. Fourth, I was in the Quarter Quell. Fifth, Peeta was brainwashed. Sixth, Finnick Odair, my friend was killed. Seventh, my sister was killed, and eighth my mother and best friend, Gale left me.
How could it get any worse? Well things got better. Peeta has been pretty much better and we've been dating for almost 8 years now.
Sometimes, I wish we would get married, but I have never wanted that and for sone reason I would feel kind of bad.
I don't know why.
After going over this all in my head, as I do every morning, I get up, get dressed and go downstairs. I sit down at the table. I look at the clock. It says 5:52. I sigh. I got up very early this morning. It's hard to sleep with all the nightmares. It doesn't matter if I'm 16 or 25, I still have the same nightmares.
I sit there for about 3 hours just thinking. Then, there is a knock on the door. I get up and walk to it.
I already know know who it is going to be, but I look out the peephole anyway.
I smile slightly to myself and open the door. Peeta is standing there and before he can say anything I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. At first, he seems startled, but quickly responds.
After about 5 seconds the phone rings, but I ignore it. After 10 seconds the phone is still ringing and he pulls away and says, "You better answer it, it must be important." So, I walk over to the phone and answer it, holding his hand and making him come with me.
I pick the phone and say, "Hello?" The voice on the other side isn't one I've heard for years. "I'll call you back in a minute." I say into the phone. I drop Peeta's hand and say, "I'll be right back." I run upstairs into the study where President Snow came to see me.
I pick up the phone, take a deep breath and dial the number. It picks up after one ring. "Hello?" The voice on the other side says. "Hi." I respond quickly and then, the line goes dead.
"What the..." I go back downstairs and when Peeta asks what happened, I just say "Nothing."
He suggests we go for a walk and I take his hand.