Sorry the chapters are so short. It's my first fanfic, so bare with me as I update it as frequently as possible. :) R&R
District 12 has been somewhat rebuilt over the passed 20 years. It's in nowhere near what it was before, but it's well on its way. The people here seem to be in good spirits, so i'm hopeful. Some old and some new residents make up the 7,200 population. Peeta and I still live in the Victor's Village, next door to Haymitch, the still drunk. Although he has softened up over the years, he still depends on his white liquor. I can't blame him though, I know what he has been through. Peeta & I are his only family now.
Once Peeta returned from the Capitol, we quickly realized the importance in each other's reconstruction. I actually started to feel too lonely living by myself, something I never thought would happen. I decided to move in with Peeta, hoping to fill the void of my missing mom and sister. Wanting to leave behind the painful memories of my old life, hopful in moving forward with our new life together.
My mother still travels through the districts, helping to rebuild the hospitals, giving knowledge and a helping hand to those in need. We only get to talk a couple of times a month, because she's always moving and staying busy. She seems happy though, so i'm happy for her. I think it's what Prim would have wanted to do too, if she were still here.
A few months after I moved in with Peeta, I decided to give my house to Greasy Sae. After all, she's the one that kept me alive when I returned from the Capitol, until Peeta returned. She now cares for others in the District who need help. Giving them food and a place to call home, until they can get back on their feet. She proves to me everyday why she deserved it, and that she wont let something so great go to waste. She still visits a few times a week, occasionally cooking for us. Sometimes Haymitch joins us. Moments like these are what keep me feeling whole, like I have a family. Its been two decades, and it still feels like it was yesterday, when I lost everything. Well, almost everything.
Peeta has made a miraculous recovery, and has been a substantial role in mine. Some days our relapses are unbearable, but we have each other. And our hobbies. We opened a new bakery in town seven years ago. It was my idea, and Peeta took a lot of convincing. But once everything was up and running, I saw that old spark returning in him. He seemed happier. He's never said it, but I know it does hurt him. It's the only thing he won't talk about since our new life started in Twelve. His Family, the bakers. Peeta's family didn't make it out of the bombing on Twelve, while he was helplessly being hijacked. But I knew it keep his mind busy, And it would help him and his recovery, doing something he loves.
Up until recently, I still hunted almost every Sunday. I give Greasy Sae most of my haul to cook for her house guests. I save the rest for my own family. Peeta gets a little better at hunting every time he tags along. It isn't that often, but I love when he does. I don't know if it's because he doesn't think he's very good, or if it's because he likes to give me alone time to clear my head. We haven't been able to get on the same page with hunting. I guess it's kind of like how no matter how clear the recipe is written, I will still find some way to mess up the dish. Not much preparation involved in what I'm used to cooking.. but that was years ago.