After many years of pain and loss, I began to shift my wary eyes to something brighter. I look around what belong to me. I let countless of smiles, laughs, eyes, and names slip away from me. However, they all left an imprint on me. Prim, Rue, Finnick, and so many others all taught me to be stronger with every breath and memory. Their memories are mine to hold and that's all that matters at the moment.
Peeta stands by my side, day and night. Sometimes we don't talk; we just listen to our heartbeats and the laughing of our children playing in the meadows. Spera dances in the Meadow, her straight dark hair swirling around her as she gracefully steps in the fields of flowers. Her vivid blue eyes sparkle like the seas of District Four. It was just as beautiful as Finnick explained. Peeta and I decided to visit every district in honor of every tribute and pay our respects to ones that died in vain. Micah sits cross legged and studies a purple pansy, his gray eyes widening in fascination. I'm afraid of every move they make, fearing I would lose them. That's the reason why I didn't want children in the first place, but Peeta begged until I gave into his pleas 15 years later. Everything made sense once I had Spera in my arms, fearing means I have something to lose.
In a couple of years, Evelyn will learn about the Hunger Games. She knows Peeta and I were a part of it. I can tell in her eyes that she wants answers to her questions, but something tells her not too. My shoulders tense and I feel like the world's gone still whenever she brings it up. One day, I'll tell her and Micah everything. I'll tell her how I cheated death with Peeta and how I don't regret any mistakes I made. I'll rock her to sleep and sing all the nightmares away, humming the tune I sang to Rue.