Clato oneshots & drabbles

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[#11]

Katniss’ POV

I spent most years in my life facing the demons as the price of becoming a Victor. It was difficult to let my children in their tender age, know what their parents had gone through. What made it even worse is the recurring nightmares that never seem to go away.

But things have been different now. Those deaths I had witnessed that are vivid to me have been replaced with happy memories instead. I am uncertain if I’m unconsciously altering them into what I think those persons deserved, or was it them telling me that everything’s alright now.

I dreamed about my sister Prim, and Rue becoming friends and seeing them become young adults.

I dreamed about Finnick sharing sugar cubes with his son as Annie looks at them in awe while they’re having a picnic at the beach.

I dreamed about Cinna designing my wedding dress. 

I dreamed about Mags meeting my children.

I dreamed about the career tributes making truce with me. Glimmer gave me a genuine smile, Marvel throw on some jokes and we all end up laughing as if we didn’t tried killing each other before. Clove and Cato stayed at the corner, their hands intertwined. I knew that would happen as I can still remember the pain in his voice as he saw her on the ground.

It gave me comfort and hope that we will all meet in a pleasant situation someday.

A/n
This was short but it made me sad :(