This Point of View was a bit strange for me but I did the best I could. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
"Innocence most often is a good fortune and not a virtue." ~ Anatole France.
I used to love the stars. Whenever I had a nightmare and Katniss didn't wake up, I would go to the front door and stand there, just to look up at them.
It always calmed me down, I didn't really understand why. It was just the way they twinkled. Apart from Katniss and Mother they were my greatest comfort. When I asked Mother why they were so special, she told me they were made of magic. Then Katniss came home and I told her what mother had said. She didn't say anything back, just smiled sadly.
When Katniss went away to the Capitol, every night when the Games were finished I would sit on the steps for hours until I had become completely numb, just to see the stars and even though I was old enough to know magic couldn't exist, I liked to pretend they did and wished to them that she would come home.
And my wish came true in a warped, twisted way. She came home, but wasn't the source of comfort to me that I had craved, that even the stars couldn't give me. I had to take care of her, comfort her when the nightmares woke the house.
When we were saved and moved to District 13, they were what I missed the most, not the family I had, but my third comfort. I understood now why Katniss had looked so sad when I asked her about them, she had been wishing to herself that she was still innocent enough to believe.
In the end, when I was lit up brighter than they ever were, my last thought wasn't for Katniss, my Mother or for all those who had died. All I could think of was how much I missed being able to wish to the stars and still believe it would come true.