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Primrose Everdeen.
A mockingjay chirped, its voice filling the eerie silence of the graveyard. Clouds of dust flew into the air as Katniss's old hunting boots touched the ground. She approached the tombstone gingerly, cautiously treading around the surrounding graves. The last thing she wanted to do was disturb the dead.
As she neared, she could read the epitaph under her late sister's name.
Asleep.
She didn't know who had chosen the wording. It was certainly not her. Most days, she cursed the person who did.
She's not asleep, for fuck's sake! she would fume, every time she visited. She's dead. Dead. There's no point of being in denial. SHE'S DEAD! Then, every time, without fail, she'd collapse on the ground, and let herself be overcome with misery. She'd sob and wail and curse and scream, until Peeta would come and carry her home in his arms.
But today, it was different. She looked for any kind of negative emotion – anger, sadness perhaps – yet all she could find was gratefulness.
Prim was indeed asleep. Asleep, in a beautiful place without war or blood. In a place as pure as herself. And for the first time since her sister had been blown apart to pieces, she found herself… smiling.
Her eyes stared at Prim's picture under the words on the tombstone. She stared back. As Katniss stroked the cool marble, she could almost feel Prim's lively energy inside of her.
"I'll never forget you, Prim," Katniss croaked, tears spilling down her cheeks. She placed down the flowers she had in her hands – a beautiful bouquet of forget-me-nots.
With that, she got up, dusted off her pants and headed back home – feeling strangely tranquilized.