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Summary: After Prim dies, the people she left behind write her letters.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

Dear Prim,

I miss you. Every single day I wake up expecting to hear you running around the house. But you're not here. You won't ever be here again. Mommy loves you, Primrose. It breaks my heart knowing that I carried you inside of me, only for the capitol to snatch you away from me fourteen years later.

A thousand words won't bring you back, I know because I've tried. A thousand tears won't bring you back, I know because I've cried.

I hold on for you and Katniss. You were so strong. You died trying to save a life. You died on your terms, not anyone else's. I'm so proud of you, Prim. You were the best daughter anyone could ever ask for. Katniss is all I have left. She's as great a child as you, but she's no prim. You two were so different.

Prim, you are my daughter. I love you. You will always be bound to my soul. I'll grow old and tired just because you always told me you wanted me to.

Tell your father I said Hello.

Love, Mom

Dear Prim,

I know I didn't know you all too well. And I know that you hated me for holding you back when Katniss volunteered for you, but I'm hoping you forgave me. I'm still shocked that you died. You were so young. So…. Healthy. And yet, when everyone else survived with missing limbs, you were the one to go. It amazes me that someone so vital to life could be taken so soon. But I'm sure you're happy now. What with being in heaven and all.

I just wanted to let you know that I cared about you. Even though I've got my cushy job in district two, and I didn't marry Katniss, I still loved her, you, and your family. You were practically my family- cousins, if you will.

If you see my dad, tell him that his family is fine, and that we miss him. I miss you too, Prim.

Sincerely, Gale Hawthorne

Dear Prim,

I never thought you wouldn't be here to celebrate the end of the war. I always thought that someone as vibrant as you would have made it through anything. But, that's not fair. I shouldn't have just assumed that because you were Katniss's sister that you'd be immune to violence and explosives. And for that, I'm sorry.

I know that we hardly knew each other. Me being so much older. I like to think that I had a sense of who you were, though. Brave, strong, loyal, a real fighter. Willing to do anything for her family. Including putting yourself into battle. You died because you fought. And you didn't fight because someone made you. You fought because you wanted to. You wanted to save lives. Just like your mother.

I'm planning on asking Katniss to marry me soon. You know, once everything quiets down. We've been dating for a while now. I just really can't see a life without her. She told me one day that if she ever had a daughter, she'd name her after you. I hope we'll get there someday.

And frankly, I'd be honored to have a daughter named Primrose.

Sincerely, Peeta Mellark

Dear Prim,

So, here I am, alone in this world, never having told you my little secret. Of course I'm not completely alone, I've got my mother, Vick, and Posy. But I don't have the one thing I ever really wanted.

You. I really liked you Prim. I was just too much of a coward to tell you. I watched from the sidelines as you did everything. I liked how you did things. How you wrote at school, how you walked into my house, and even the way you played with your hair when you were nervous. I liked those things a lot.

I like to think I know what Love is. Granted I'm just starting out in life, but I know that I have experienced love. I loved you, Prim. If love is when you just can't stand it when you're apart from that other person, then I loved you. A lot. Not just in a brother way. Like, a boyfriend kind of way. And you were always so beautiful. The most beautiful girl in District 12.

I'll always regret not letting you know. I'll regret never having told you that I love you. I'll regret that I never knew if you felt the same way about me.

I hope to see you again, someday.

Missing you, Rory Hawthorne

Dear Prim,

Why did you have to go? You were so young. Only fourteen years of life. It should have been me. I've lived all the time that I needed. You…. You were just starting out. Fourteen years old, and you were already smarter than me.

You would have been a great mother. The best, I'm sure. You had so much love, and no one to give it to. Buttercup misses you. He comes in every night and lays on your bed. He hasn't fully grasped that you're not coming back home. I haven't either. I miss you. I miss everything about you.

As the world gets older, you'll always be fourteen. I dream of things you'll never be able to do. I cry because you will never be a mother. I cry because you'll never be someone's wife. I cry because you'll never have a first kiss.

I know you would have wanted me to move on, but I won't. I'll try for you, but it'll be hard. You'll be forever in my heart, Prim. I love you, and I promise, I'll never forget you.

With all my love, Katniss Everdeen

Some people are so afraid to die, that they never begin to live. Primrose Everdeen lived.

She lived so her family, her friends, and the people around her would get the chance to live.

She fought so the world could get a chance to rebuild itself into a better place.

She died because life is fragile, and one can only hold on for so long before they have to let go.

You can shed tears that she is gone

Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her

Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember her and only that she is gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

A/N: Thanks so much, guys. Thank you to all of you for reading, and please review. It would make me extremely happy. Also, do you want another chapter where Prim writes back? Let me know. The ending poem was written by David Harkins in 1981.