A/N: So, this is it, for now. I have a few ideas I'm kicking around for other POV chapters. But, for now this is it. Hope you've all enjoyed it and please, feel free to drop me a line or let me know if you have any ideas about what you'd like to see. Also, in case you were curious, the songs in their dance medley were Michael Buble's cover of Save The Last Dance For Me, Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl, and Vitamin String Quartet's cover of Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want.


Normally, the epilogue is where there's a time jump and you can see what's elapsed in the time since the actual story. I don't think I can really do that well. It hasn't been all that long. Would it surprise you to know that as of two days ago, I am a divorcee? Probably not. Would it surprise you to know that, much to my elation, Prim has decided to take a semester off before med school and that she wants to stay closer to home? Not really right? Would it surprise you to know that I am dating Peeta? No. Would it surprise you to know that, for the time being, I am still living at home with Haymitch and Effie? I'd bet not.

So there you have it. Not much has changed since the dance competition. I'm sitting at our dining room table with a journal in front of me, finishing it up so that I can give it to Dr. Aurelius at my next session, day after tomorrow. That's a change, I guess. I'm only seeing him twice a week and they've lowered my dosages. My divorce from Gale was quick and painless. We didn't have a prenup, but neither of us really had much to speak of going in, anyway. With no kids, no mutual assets, no property, and not even so much as a goldfish to argue over, we parted ways on Friday. I told him to swing by today for a beer and some of the game, but I doubt it'll happen. I suppose I'll always miss him. He was my best friend before any of this started. Who knows if I'll ever see him again?

It's superbowl Sunday and the birds are the favored team. This time, it doesn't really matter. We're all here just to enjoy the game. No bets, no juju, nothing but casual enjoyment.

Haymitch is on the phone with the men about the bar. He wants to have it open by Memorial Day. Everyone thinks it's too soon, but he's determined. I'm so proud of him. He's been so focused and level-headed. I think he'll do it. And I know that once the bar opens, it'll do well. When it does, there'll be no one happier for him than me.

Chaff's still a little prickly about the bet, but deep down, I think he knows it's for the best. He knows it's all happening because of him. I can't allow myself to think, even for a second, that he'd deny something so inherently good for his friend.

I'm starting to smell food coming from the kitchen. Effie recruited Johanna into helping out and, to my surprise, she seems to be on best behavior. She's been asking questions and playfully prodding at Effie for hints. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy.

Prim and Peeta are playing with little Finn on the sofa while Finnick and Annie grab some of the finger food off the table and chat about something trivial, but they look happy. It warms my heart to see this oddball little family of ours. My sister has grown quite attached to Peeta. One day last week, I heard them talking about how she'd always known. I don't know what it was she'd "known" but maybe she remembered more about that blue-eyed boy than she let on.

As I sit here staring at them, my two favorite people in the world, Peeta has looked up at me and is making Finn wave at me. It's way too soon to be thinking about it, but I can't help it. He's so good with kids. I don't know if he'd ever want them with me, but I think we'd be pretty great parents. Maybe not the Cleavers or whatever, but I think we'd do just fine. We've seen the horrors that parents can do to their kids, yes. But we've also seen the unconditional love and care that people can give to children that aren't even their own flesh and blood. It won't be tomorrow. Maybe it won't be for a couple more years, but, if that's where we're headed, we've got time to work it out.

Look, the world has it out for you no matter what. I won't even try to tell you why that is, but it's the truth. I can't help but think of everything I've done and everything everyone's done for me and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

Maybe a couple years from now, I'll be able to give you a good, old-fashioned happy ending. Married and working, 2.5 perfect kids and a dog, white picket fence in the 'burbs, the whole deal. Well, I don't know about that last bit. I don't think that'll ever be me. But, what I can tell you is that my story's not finished enough to tie it up with a big red ribbon. Only time will tell if that ever comes to fruition.

I can't take it anymore. Sorry, Dr. A., but I need to go join in the fun. There is a spot on Peeta's neck that is begging to be kissed and I can't let the opportunity pass me by.

However, I will leave you with this; as it turns out, silver linings just might be real after all.