This next tribute was my first gut wrencher

When she died I remember actually being really upset

In my opinion, she was robbed af but wasn't my story.

Plus the author that wrote her is brilliant so no disrespect.

Your love is crashing over me

It's surging like a raging sea

Immerse me in the wonders of your love

Dove Savage, 32

District 1 Female

"MOMMA HE DID IT AGAIN!" screams Love from the other room. She runs into the living room holding a toy doll that her brother cut the hair off of yet again. That's the third time I've had to replace this doll. That boy is going to get it when his dad comes home later.

"Sweetheart let me see," I say as she hands me the doll and places it in my hand. I run my fingers over the bald spots of her hair and frown.

"Mommy, she has hair like yours," says Love as she reaches up and touches the top of my head. I laugh at my daughter's response. Breast cancer wasn't the most ideal circumstance for me since coming out of the games. I was diagnosed four years ago, but it hasn't gotten my spirits down to much. It comes and goes, but it hasn't taken me out yet.

"She sure does," I say as I hand my daughter back her favorite toy. "I'll go and buy you a new one tomorrow," I say as I bring my legs up to sit criss-cross on the sofa of our livingroom.

"That's okay," she says. "She's cool like my momma now."

"Well, nonetheless your brother is getting in trouble," I say resting my head on the back of the couch and closing my eyes. "As soon as your father gets home."

"What about me getting home?" ask Andrew as he walks through the front door. I lean back against the couch as he comes up behind me and kisses my head. To think I almost didn't marry this man. What a fool I'd be to not take advantage of love when it was right in front of me. Some people wait their whole lives for someone special, mine was found when I was 14.

"I'll give you oneguess,." I say with my eyes still closed. "Clues are that it involves a doll and your daughter, and your son."

"Bellamy!" calls Andrew from the living room. "Get your little behind in here boy!"

Bellamy comes into the room with his head hung low. He knows that he's done wrong, but one of the things that I love about my son so much is his heart for admitting when he's wrong. He's never once battled with telling us a lie. We told him it was wrong one time and since then he hasn't had a dishonest word.

Of course he's only seven, but still.

"Did you cut the hair off your sister's doll?" ask Andrew

"Yes, dadd," he says sadly as he kicks his foot against the hardwood floor of my living room.

"Why would you do that son?"

"I wanted it to look like mommy. Yesterday she was crying because she didn't have no hair. I know that dolls are posed to be pretty, so I thought if mommy saw a doll that didn't have no hair she'd think she's pretty too."

Tears well up in my eyes as I watch my son and daughter who are so caring and compassionate. How they came from someone like me I'll never know. I sometimes believe that my cancer is a direct result of me going into the games, but back then I was so foolish and thought I needed it.

I didn't know who I was back then. I thought something as silly as to who I came from defined me. It wasn't until after the games that I learned that my life was defined by the choices I made and the people that I chose to have around me. Biological or nonbiological. Now that I'm on my own, I hardly ever talk to the parents.

"Andrew can we really get on to him right now? Like that was sweeter than diabetes." I say

"It's okay, Bell." says my daughter as she runs up and gives him a hug. "Mommy is beautiful, the dolly is beautiful, I'm beautiful. Everyone in the house is beautiful. Let's all just be okay with beautiful okay? I don't want to hear no more talk about how someone doesn't think we are beautiful."

Such wise words coming from a five-year-old.

"Fine," says Andrew. "We won't have a punishment this time, but you really can't do things like that to your sister's toys, Bellamy," says Andrew choking back tears as well as he talks to my son trying to be firm.

"Yes sir," says Bellamy with a cheeky smile.

Sometimes I think the cancer is a direct result of what I did in the games. The horrible acts that I committed were something that couldn't have gone unpunished. But, I look back at all my family, and all the happy memories that we have together and I can't help but smile.

Even if this cancer wins and it takes my life, I know for a fact that it doesn't win. I have had enough love in my life to move mountains, enough happy and joyous times to never feel sadness, and an epic story that most people never get the chance to tell.

My name is Dove Savage, and I'm a Hunger Games survivor.

Dove passed away 4 months to this very day after a long fight with cancer. Her tombstone reads "A loving mother, a loving wife, and a victoriously fierce woman." Her ceremony was quiet and held privately. The President and all the Victors from the previous games came to pay their respect to such a valiant victor.

To Dove Savage, she was one of the best.

Wait, this was hard af to write, and I'm super sad that I had to write this chapter, but I genuinely feel like this was her course after so much fighting from Dove, it was time for her fight to end. Rest in peace.

I promise some of these guys get happy endings, but I consider this one to be happy in a way. She lived a full life.

I'm proud of this Victor, I'm proud of this tribute, and I love this character with every ounce of my heart.

Keep it classy,

Caleb