I wasn't originally planning to write an epilogue, but I wanted to somehow finish the story properly, and just…put an end to it.
This epilogue is my way of doing that.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Epilogue
I'm so proud of you, Katniss. I love you. I think as I watch Katniss with her children. She didn't know it, but I was with her every step of the way. When she grieved for me. When she married Peeta. When she was pregnant. When she gave birth. When she raised her daughter. When she had a son.
And I will always be with her, until the day she joins me.
I smile as I see my nephew stumble after his energetic sister. I remember how much Katniss feared she would be a bad mother. I knew she wouldn't. The way she took care of me, the way she took care of Rue….she was protective, caring, loving.
She cared for me, for Rue, when no one else did. I'll never be able to repay her for that. Never.
But maybe this is the way I can give back. By supporting her when she can't. The Hunger Games are over, long done with. I know Katniss dreads the day she will have to tell her children about the Games.
But she will find the strength and she will make it through. I know that her children will never hold anything against her, no matter what horrors they hear about the Games.
Because no one who knew her would ever misjudge her.
I still wonder, even in this place where I crossed after death, what the point of it all was. The Games, the war, the deaths…
So much could have been avoided if the Capitol had just forgiven.
It is too late now to change that. But at least my niece and nephew will not suffer as we did.
They will never have to tremble in fear on Reaping day.
Never have to cry for a relative lost way before their time.
Never have to hope that the odds would be in their favor.
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