A.N.
Sorry about Peeta dying! :(
Hope you will still carry one reading!
No! I cry in my head.
How can this be?
That's three people I love, dead.
Prim, my sister, died in the rebellion.
Peter, my son, got electrocuted.
And now, Peeta.
Tears start pouring down my cheeks.
I carry Peeta's limp body, outside, in to the garden and lay him down in the patch of wild daisy's.
I bend down and kiss Peeta's forehead, still crying.
Then I put the biggest daisy in his hands, and run back to the house.
I lock the back door and try not to look back.
Then I hear Evelyn's voice, calling me.
I walk briskly to her room, and try to wipe the tears off my face.
" Are you okay, mom?" She asks.
Then I see myself in her dressing table mirror.
My eyes are red from crying, my hair's messed up and my cheeks are still streaming with tears.
" Daddy's dead." I whisper so low that she can hardly hear, although she's standing next to me.
Eve's eye's try to hold down the tears, but they overflow.
We both end up hugging each tightly, while the tears overflow the brim of our eyes.