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I stared at the small headstone that was made. It was made of pure white stone, just like all the others. Yet hers stood out to me every time I looked across the long span of the hundreds and hundreds of headstones. We tried to honor all of these people in some simple way, a pond of water sits next to Finnick's, Prim's has small statues of wildlife with bandages over their heads, Even Rue's had a tall maple tree that was filled with Mockingjays, that had found a new home. My feet crumpled underneath me and I sat on the grass next to Madge's. On hers is a small strawberry sprout that has already produced one plump strawberry. I pushed my hand through my hair, and consciously looked around. It was the early hours of the morning, everyone was far asleep. By 12-o-clock I would be on my way back to District 2. I couldn't be here, after all that has happened. Katniss could barely look me in the eyes. I had no idea what they were planning to do. I just made them. I was a worker in the process line. Yet I found the most blame.

Adjusting my shirt I stood up. The cold air had swirled around my clothing, and a light mist surrounded the cemetery. The made Remembrance Ceremony was yesterday, where the remaining people who knew the person would give a short speach. I stayed in the woods. It was not my place to be. Looking down the line of tombstones, I realized that there was just too many. Too many kids lost. Too many families, friends, workers, protesters, tributes. What was the gain if we had lost so many? It spanned out to as far as I could see. I just wanted to yell, and scream. But I knew it was worthless. My heart ached with grief. She was gone. I will never get her back.

As I walked I avoided the main roads that twisted through District 12, I stayed close to the outskirts near the perimeter. I looked around and recalled all the good memories that had taken place. Days of hunting with Katniss, trading at the hob, walking Madge home after she visited my house. But all of them were millions of miles away. The clock struck 11 and I found my way to the train station. It was more used now as a way of transportation for everyone. If you wanted a new life in District 5 then you would just hop on a train, and hope to make it their before sundown. Panem had become an Idealistic society. We had worked out the niches and kinks in the system. Yet it worried me what would happen next. There was always a problem, something always went wrong.

I brought nothing to District 12; I planned only being a few hours. Then I would be back home at District 2, at the weapons center shooting arrows at everything that moved. It was an outlet that I was used to. All of us took to one.

I walked up to the ticketing window, and flashed the card that I was given. The man took a slight glance and continued typing,

"Go ahead." All of the main people who went through everything with Katniss were given a card. Basically that gave us an easier time. The residents of Panem understood, we were the ones that made the new Panem. The train was already docked and loading several people, as usual I took to the seat nearest to the door. Pulling my feet farther back so that people could walk through. District 12 crossed about 4 districts on the way back to District 2, which meant that people would be loading and unloading several times. I crossed my arms, and just looked out the window. The crowd of people filtered into the train, and we began moving. We pasted the train station, and then we were into the woods. I just stared out the window. I wasn't going to start a conversation with anyone.

Hours pasted and I finally made it to District 2. I was glad, for the view of home. I walked back home, through the busy streets, and people rushing through the market. I knew past the nut, and past the Mayors house was my own. It was a small cabin that was on the edge of the woods. I had to fix the place up, and fix the main insulation. Other than that I was golden. I opened the door to the familiar creek, and was surprised to find someone in the cabin. She was a small blonde girl, probably in her early 20's. Her blonde ponytail was held together with a blue ribbon. She wore a white coat, and jeans. Her hands were in her pockets, and she sat in the main room of the house. My heart beat a little fast and my breathing became rigid. Tears threatened to flood in the back of my eyes.

"Madge." I said, as she ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. I couldn't tell if I was crying, I probably was, but it was unusual because it was the first time, I think I have ever cried. We embraced for a long time.

My arms wrapped around her. I wasn't sure if this was real, or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I let go, and realized she was crying too.

"They told me that this was where I would find you." She said, tears coming down her face.

"I wasn't sure if I could even find you." I said.

And with that she kissed me.