So this is the end, it's quite short. Prim and Rory, Rory and Prim. They were meant to be. Please, R&R. That would mean the world to me! It's been fun writing this. Most of the time, as I wrote this, I listened to the song Colors by Grouplove. Check it out, it's a very… nice song.
24 Years Old
She sings for them every night. I read to them every night. The girl with the dark brown hair chopped messily in a bob. She has pale blue eyes like her mom. She's 3 years old, with chubby arms and legs. The younger one with the wavy blonde hair and gray eyes, with freckles on her nose, follows her sister everywhere with a toy in her arms.
I think about their lives. They have the luxury we never had growing up. They have food on the table every night, a mother, a father, uncles and aunts. They have toys, they have paper. August, the younger girl, loves to scribble on them every day. Paige, the older one, has already climbed up on our piano stool and banged on the keyboards until our heads hurt.
We watch them play on the Meadow. Katniss says it's a graveyard, but the thought scares me. I push it out of my head as I sit next to her, watching them together. She says she's played on the Meadow with her sister when they were young. I don't tell her I know, or that I watched them that one day. She says she loves the dandelions there.
Peeta says Katniss is the girl on fire. The Capitol says Katniss is the girl on fire. Every District says Katniss is the girl on fire. I say Katniss is the girl on fire.
But the girl who stole my heart so long ago isn't Katniss. The girl who stole my heart, we are together. We always were. Prim and Rory, Rory and Prim. Primrose Everdeen, she's the girl with the dandelions.