I wake up early in the morning for school, and all day I'm plagued with images of Katniss.

She just looked so strong and proud. I know I wasn't the only one mesmerized by her. She was beautiful, but she was dangerous too.

Rory and I sit together at lunch, and we sit close under our tree and begin to tell our stories once again. I'm surprised how much I missed them. My mind naturally begins to release the words, spinning stories and tales, and today they're all centered on a female heroine: a strong young woman.

"You're thinking of Katniss aren't you?" Rory questions after I come up with the 15th scenario of a strong, female character.

"Maybe." I say, suddenly self-conscious.

"No, it's okay." He says. "It's just amazing how many stories you can put her in… and in every single one." He turns to face me. "It's still so real and, believable."

"She's the ultimate fighter." I smile. "You'd be hard pressed to find someone to rival her."

"I still remember being surprised that you two were sisters."

"What?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "Once, when we were younger, Gale had one of Katniss' arrows that he was fixing for her, and he brought me with him when he went to your house to drop it off. He stopped at the pen outside and fed your goat something, but I knocked on the door and your mother answered, with you behind her. I thought we were at the wrong house and I was so embarrassed. But then Gale greeted her and handed her the arrow. Katniss came up behind you then and I was struck by how different you were and yet..."

"And yet what?" I turn to face him.

"And yet, as I learned later, you two are both the same." He gazes into my eyes. "You're both fighters. You don't give up. You're both strong in your own way. It always shocked me how similar you two actually were."

I smile brightly. I have never once been told that I was similar to Katniss. This is the greatest compliment anyone could have given me.

I tell Rory so and he blushes and mumbles something to himself about it just being the truth, and we lay there quietly for a few more minutes until the bell rings, calling us back into class.

For the rest of the day, I'm struck with the strong urge to tell Katniss what Rory said. Tell her about sitting on the couch with him. Tell her about Gale. Tell her about everything.

I want to tell her everything I didn't get to say before she left. And then, on the walk home, it hits me.

I'll write her a letter.

I'm practically dragging Posy behind me as I speed home, desperate to begin on my letter to Katniss. I throw the door open and let go of Posy as I speed upstairs to my room and grab a pencil and a paper, and begin to write.

Katniss,

I never got to say goodbye. It was the most painful feeling I have ever experienced. So I'm writing this letter to give to you when you come home. I'll give it to you as you sit by the window, like you did when we first moved in after the first games. You'll sit there, and you'll read it. And everything will be told, and I won't have this pain in my stomach, knowing that I haven't said all I could.

Katniss. I know you feel alone. And I know this is not fair. It isn't for me either. Letting you go the first time was the hardest thing I've ever had to do; and this is only worse. I have let you risk your life for mine more times than I can count, and I have never returned the favor, and it makes me so sad. I feel guilty Katniss. You never should have been in those games in the first place; but you did it because I asked you to protect me, and so you did. You saved me, and I feel so incredibly guilty Katniss, but I must ask you to do one more thing.

Run Katniss.

Run for your life.

These Games are not the end for you. They don't have to be. So don't let them be. Show everyone all that you are; show them everything I know you are. And don't give up. Please. You can't. If you give up, I give up. And I know you don't want that. I have spent all of my life beside you, and I know that you are more than what the Capitol has made you out to be. You are more than just a survivor, you are my survivor. You will win, and you will come home to me and to mom. And to Gale.

We all need you.

So run for everything that you are, and everything you want. Because you can do it Katniss. I know you can. You can beat the odds again.

I know it's selfish, but I can't help it; I need to hear you again. I need to hear your voice; I need to braid your hair. I need to have you back here with me in District 12, so you can't give up okay? You're not allowed to give up. Because as long as you don't give up, I won't either. You're not alone. I am with you every step of the way. You are not doing this alone. You are never alone. I am with you every step of the way from now, until you come home, until the day you close your eyes for the last time. So don't you dare give up. Not on yourself. Not on me.

And don't give up in Peeta either. Katniss. He's a good man. He loves you so much, and he's going to help bring you back to me, so don't you dare tell him otherwise. He promised me. And he's just as stubborn as you. You'd be surprised just how alike you two actually are. So don't you dare think you're alone. Not for a second. Because when you come home, we can start over again and we can leave all of this behind us.

Just promise me you'll run for your life.

Today Rory Hawthorne told me that we're similar. It's the first time I've ever heard someone say that, and it made sense. We're sisters Katniss. And though my hair is light and yours is dark, we are still so very much the same. I won't give up, if you won't. I will survive Katniss. I will make sure Mom and I survive until you come home. Just like you helped us survive when Dad died. Just make sure you come home, because you still have so much more to teach me.

I love you Katniss. You're not alone. So Run. Run fast, and survive. Come back home to me. Because you promised.

-Prim

I fold up the letter, and seal it in an envelope, writing Katniss' name clearly on the front. I walk into Katniss' room, and place it in the drawer of her bedside table. The second I walk into my own room, I crumble to the floor.

I lay there for at least an hour until Rory comes in looking for me. In finding me, he lifts me up and carries me over to the bed. I sob violently into his chest as he strokes my back.

"It's okay Prim. It's okay to cry." He soothes me.

We lay back on the bed as I continue to cry and I curl up into a ball, nestled in the crook of his arm. We lay there for what feels like forever, and my tears slowly dry up. But Rory remains, and doesn't let go of me.

And I don't want him to.


Hello everybody :) So I thought I'd just make a quick note and give some credit, the song that majorly inspired this whole piece is called Run For Your Life by The Fray, and its off of their new album. It's incredible, and it is actually so incredibly relevant to the whole Prim and Katniss relationship. If you haven't heard it I highly recommend you check it out. It's such a perfectly beautiful song. Anywho, yes :) I thought I'd just throw that out on the table.

Thank you so much for reading this far! I'll update again soon!