Hi! I apologize if my bad english made any difficult to understand this, I'm worse at speaking! So here's the last chapter. And if you liked it, a simple review would make this annonymous author very happy! Keep on dreaming!
We share the same episode of our stories. Our lives were crossed, in a blink, we lost everything we loved. But we had found each other, and now we won't feel alone anymore.
I'm trying everyday to be that person I talked about that day, that one who loves Peeta with all the heart, as he deserves. However, that's not a big deal, he is the most incredible person I've ever known. And I love him, my way.
And he is keeping his promise. Now I'm sure I shouldn't have died that day. I had to survive and calm his loneliness.
Regarding the situation outside, it's changing, for better. Deaths are never worthy, but soon we'll be free, of the injustice and all the suffering that was a part of the dark reality. The Capitol's government will be overthrown soon.
There's hope.
We try to do our parts to contribute. I help the victims of the uprisings, lots of people lost their homes for the bombings, they need help, I do whatever I can. Things that seem unimportant, but they aren't, like spend time with the orphan children.
I won't never forget the first time I did it, when a little girl came to me and put an old book in my hands. Books, my faithful partners, I've always known the power they have.
"I can not read." she said.
In her face I saw sadness and confusion, but the childhood's sweet innocence I didn't have when I lost my parents, because I already was aware of what was really happening outside.
"Would you like me to read this for you?" I asked.
"Yes!" They said, and those lost expressions turned into happy faces.
And I sat down between those children and started to read fairytales.
I remember how Peeta was looking at me and the smile in his face. Those tickles in my stomach again.
Now, I'm teaching some people to read. I'm not a teacher, but I a short time I was known as.
I feel useful, maybe for the first time in my life. I believe in the fairytales I read. If those handsome princes who rescue you and make you happy don't exist, what is Peeta supposed to be?
"He is my prince."
Is what I always say whispering to my little students, everytime he comes in and they ask, because I find priceless the smiley faces of the little girls who have a crush on him.
And by his side, he is working with Katniss, Gale and their crew.
Everything is going to be better.
We rather living in a world that is turning out better, step by step, instead of one that is getting worse.
Sunlight breaking through the opened window, until I can't keep my eyes closed, as usual.
He's here lying beside of me, as usual. I watch at him while he's sleeping, my favorite activity.
Sometimes he's already watching at me when I open my eyes. Not today.
I feel his warmth, I'm used to awake this way, but this time is absolutely different.
Yesterday was the best day and night of my life.
And I remember every single detail, nice words, hundreds of kisses, and we closer to each other than ever.
We're husband and wife. Happiness is overwhelming me. I don't need to say a word, my smile shows everything.
"Hey... Good morning beautiful." He says. I smile.
"Good morning blue eyes." I answer.
"So, how's my favorite wife?" He jokes and I pinch him on the cheek.
"Perfect." I grin because of the tickling in my stomach. Wife… how weird sounds that. But it's me.
"Did you know I love your sleepy voice?" I say.
We both smile.
So, this is the end. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll make him very happy. See you soon!
