" Can you pick up some bread? And maybe some shoelaces? Eve needs new ones, black one's and Jack wants blue one's" I ask Gale.

" Anything else?" Gale asks.

I shake my head.

Bread. . . boy with bread.

After Peeta's death Gale moved back to 12 to help me. . . get out of my motionless life.

It was like I taking my mother's place when my father died in a mine explosion.

Eventually Gale and I got married and got assigned a new house.

We moved into one of the newly built houses near the woods, on the edge of 12.

It wasn't as well furnished as the one in the Victor's Village, though.

There are only seven rooms; one bathroom, three single bedrooms, one master bedroom, one small kitchen connected to a dinning room and one lounge/family room.

In the Victor's village there were fourteen rooms altogether, though I only used five of them.

" Mommy I'm hungry" Jack's says, his voice bringing me back to the present.

" Wait for daddy to come back, then mommy can make you some sandwiches, okay?" I say, as I arrange a bouquet of primrose's.

" Mom, can you but me that pretty dress that we saw in the capitol?" Eve asks me.

" Maybe for your birthday, I'm going to go outside. Keep an eye on Jack okay?" I tell Eve, as I walk to the door.

When I do open the door, I am met by a Katniss-day.

It's spring, all the flower's have blossomed and the air smells sweet.

This would be a perfect day for hunting.

I walk to the Meadow.

The graveyard where, Peter and Evelyn used to dance on.

Peter, my dead son, the one with the curly ashy blonde hair and grey eyes.

That was when Peeta was still alive, though.

However that is the past, there is now going back now.

Never.

I crouch down to pick a new dandelion.

That could only mean one thing, hope.

I can never go back but I can try and relive my life, start again.

I stand up and see Gale walking back, in his hands are two new packs of shoelaces and a freshly baked loaf of bread.

Smiling, as I run to Gale who has put down his load and opened his arms for a tight embrace.

We talk about random things as we walk back to the house, together.