Deep in the meadow|| a post mockingjay story *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chapter 19(epilouge)

They play in the meadow. 

willow with her long braid down her back and rye with his long curls trying to convince her that the bugs are edible. 

my kids who dont know that they are playing on a graveyard.

peeta says thats its going to be okay, we all have ecother and the book. 

my kids who think that the world is a good place. who take the song for granted. that i sing to them each night before they fall assleep. 

Deep in the meadow, under the willow.

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

Lay down your head, and close your eyes.

And when they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, and here it's warm.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away.

A cloak of green, a moon beam ray.

Forget your woes, and let your troubles lay.

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, and here it's warm.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.

they both know about the games and have realised were normal human beings like everyone else. 

they dont know wy i have nightmares or how peeta has flashbacks. 

one day ill tell them though. 

and how on most days it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything. but thats when i make a list in my head of all the good things ive seen someone do. 

like boggs reprograming the holo or finnick restarting peetas heart. 

it sometimes gets a little tedius after over 20 years. 

but their are much worse games to play.

The End