SUN
The next day, Coin retired. She addressed her people saying that she was afraid that history would repeat itself, and that she wasn't the person to prevent that. It was the honest thing she had ever said. After she left, everyone turned to me. I had lead the revolution, why not the country? I immediately declined, saying that I didn't know anything about that sort of thing. The next week, I was able to finally visit District 12, my home.
There I found more memories than tangible objects. People rushed to move away the rubble and char. I walked to the place Prim, mother, and I called home, and searched for something take with me. I walked through the still standing doorframe to a pile of black dust. I searched for a couple of minutes until I found a doll. Prim's beaten up doll. I wiped the dust off the doll's face and held her close to me: to my heart. The sun started to set over the horizon. Bright reds and yellows turned into a faint blue and violet. They guarded the sun against unknown devils and warriors.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" Papa asked beside me on the doorframe.
"What is?" I say sleepily.
"The sun."
"Yeah, it's sad though. Cause it's going away." Papa looked at me.
"The sun always comes back in the end. And once it does it spreads it's rays to every place in the world. No place is ever out of reach"