A/N: I hoped you liked that last chapter. Now, this is the last addition I will be making to this. (maybe) If you like to listen to music that goes along with what your reading/have read, go look up 'Hymn for the Missing' by RED. It reminded me of this part.

Epilogue

I had heard that the beaches of District Four are wonderful. I always wanted to live there. So, when I was told I could live anywhere I chose, there was no other option. The beach next my - our - house is my favorite place to stand and think. I do that a lot lately, ever since she's been old enough to play outside. My daughter, Isabella, is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. … One of them at least. She has my blonde hair, but his eyes. They glow with the same green as his. Every time I look in them it's bittersweet.

"She started talking today," I whisper. Being on the beach makes me feel like I have some sort of connection with… something more. "She said 'mama.' Well, it was more like mehmeh, but it still counts. …I wish you were here. It'd be so much easier, and-"

I look back at my child. She's making a sandcastle/lump with one of the fishermen. Most of the fishermen here are nice, so I don't worry too much, but just in case, I step a bit closer to her. She smiles her brightest when she's with others. She loves to socialize.

We made a friend of a nice lady and her son next door. We continue to joke that our children are going to get together one day. Her child lost his father too. She said he was fighting in the war that took the Capitol. I wonder if I ever saw him.

"What's her name?" the fisherman asks.

"Isabella," I reply.

I quickly examine him. He wears a white shirt and khaki pants, rolled up to his ankles, his shaggy brown hair is catching sand as my child throws it around. I look away. He's too familiar, too much like him.

I lost the name Snow as soon as I moved. I became Ms. Famine. Changing my name like we would've together, if we had both survived. But two years have passed since then, and I have other things I should have on my mind now.

"She looks like you," he says.

"Thank you," I reply, maybe a bit too coldly.

I look out to sea, there are a few fishing boats floating in the horizon. And bird flying through clouds. Storm clouds. I go to my daughter.

"Shouldn't you be getting home?" I ask. "It looks like a storm's coming."

"Home," he sighs. "Home is hard place to get to."

"So, you're homeless?" I talk without thinking. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"No don't worry about it." He looks out toward the ocean. His eyes are squinted, so I can't see their color. I focus on my daughter, picking her up as he says, "I could find home… if you would open your heart."

"What?" I turn around to face him, but he's gone.

I back toward my house, convincing myself, I was just imagining things. But part of me can't seem to stop wondering who he was.

A/N: Thank you so much guys, for going along with this wonderful, depressing, and yet fun journey with me. (It was fun for me at least... hehe) I will now continue The Son of Justice, and The Daughter of Flames, if you're following that. If you're not, and you like Percy Jackson, go read it! Big shout out to ironsharpensiron27. She's one of my bestest freinds and a great writer herself. She's getting her book 'Glitch' published, and you can read the first few chapters here! if you want. Again thanks for coming along this journey with Esmerelda and I. I love you all!