A/N: I wrote this in the morning, when I woke up... Someone needed an idea for a fanfic, I gave them the beginning, and then wrote this :) I know it's short, but anyway, I hope you like it.
It's over. No war. No rebellion. No Games. No extreme poverty, not even home. In District 12, we used to live in such bad poverty, a lot of people died from starvation.
I and Peeta are home. We started rebuilding houses, with the help of the Capitol... This seems so strange! The Capitol never helped any of the Districts, before Paylor was chosen as a president. All the houses have at least 3 or 4 rooms. We all have money now. I left my house in Victors' Village. It brought back too much pain! It still smelled like Snow, since his visit, before the Quarter Quell. It reminded me of Prim, my little sister, who is now watching over us. Our new house is neither in the Seam, neither near the bakery, and looked nothing line mine or Peeta's old houses. I still have the nightmares, of course, but Peeta's warm body next to mine, every night, made them less and less day by day. Unfortunately, they can't stop. I always remember the moment Peeta ran into the Force Field, but I don't dream Finnick giving him CPR. Just Peeta, laying there, breathless. He is always there for me, no matter what. I love him, not Gale. Gale and I are still friends. He now married Madge and they live together in District 2. I hear Madge is now pregnant, with a boy. Peeta, my fianceé, still works at the bakery. I stay at home, with Haymitch and Effie keeping me company.
I will never allow something like The Hunger Games to happen again.