Epilogue

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Before I start, I just wanted to say thank you for all the support all my readers have been giving me over this past year and a half. This all started off as me trying something different and I really enjoy it! Even though this story has come to an end, I won't stop writing. I have 'Falling for you' which is a figure skating love story and I am also writing short stories based on this book! Please check them out! xo


They play under the willow tree. She sits, propped up against the tree, dark hair shaping her face, blue eyes absorbed in a book. Her twin, William, dancing with his blonde hair bouncing in the wind, his green eyes completely focused on the youngest: Blaze. Only a girl with such fire, such a playful spirit could fit that name. Blaze. Like a bolt of lightening, it could be beautiful, or fatal. We decided to move. Out of the Victors Village, out of the district and into the meadow, where it all began.
Questions with no answers stir around inside of me still. All the arenas have been destroyed, for good, the memories built. We don't have a reaping anymore, they call it the "remembering". Each and every year, we all gather and re in silent for 76 seconds. Each second represents an arena, all those lives lost. Right from the beginning to the very end, Kayla's games. But they teach about the dark days and the hunger games in school. Both Mackenzie and Will know, and soon shall Blaze. They came home completely different.
"We still love you", Will said, clutching me tightly. Neither Cato nor I said anything, we were so grateful for their ability to understand. How are they not frightened, not ashamed of what we have done?
Cato says it will be ok. That we have each other. And I can't thank him enough, for everything. Maybe things will be okay in the end, maybe. But until then, we wait.

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