𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄 |❀| In which Quinn Marshal, Victor of the 68th Hunger games is thrusted back into the games where she reunites with an old enemy Finnick Odair. Where Finnick's holds the record for youngest Victor, Quinn holds the record for most ki...
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𝐖ind flows freely through the empty house. Niko snores away on the sofa, drooling on his teeny blanket. Quinn sits at her desk, pen in hand, paper in front of her. Biting at her nails, she hesitates before allowing her hand to move freely across the paper, writing as follows..
Dear Katniss and Peeta,
You'd think after a year of writing these letters they'd come naturally to me, but truth be told I'm as hopeless as I was when I wrote the first one. I find it hard to believe that almost three years ago we were still in the arena, fighting for our lives. I close my eyes and see flashes of all the lives I have taken and yet, I regret not one thing. Is that a horrible thing of me to say? Please, tell me your thoughts in your next letter. I hope you can relate when I say i'm still haunted by memories of what we had to endure. All the pain, all the loss. And yet, every time I look at my son. Every time I hear his laugh or see his smile I remember how all the pain and loss was worth it. Oh how the times have changed.
He really is an angel. Sometimes I wonder how someone like me could get so lucky. You should see how big he's gotten. For a 11 month old, I'd say it's pretty impressive. I can't wait for the day he starts talking. Let's just pray he's not the type of child to repeat everything I say or else we'd be in trouble. He looks so much like his father that, and I'm ashamed to say this, but sometimes I physically can't look at him. I still mourn Finnick everyday and will most likely never move on from his death, but I'm trying to be happier. I think it's safe to say I am happier but some nights I still cry. However in all my grief I never really had the chance to recognise yours.
Loosing Primrose, I know wasn't easy for you Katniss and yet you still set aside your grief to comfort me. For that I say thank you. You've been a true friend and for that I don't think I'll ever be able to fully repay you. But I'll hope you'll settle for my words instead of actions as well as some one-on-one quality baby Niko time.. We've all lost so much and suffered so much pain, but we owe it to our children and to ourselves to do better, be better. That's the goal.
Yours truly, Quinn.
PS. I'm not joking about that one-on-one baby Niko time. Please come get him. He cries and cries until the point where I cry and cry. The bags under my eyes are insane. I need some sleep. And a shower. Seriously I've never looked worse. Hurry up and get your nephew.
𝐐uinn dropped the pen, chuckling slightly at the last part while rubbing her hand over a tired face. The sun still sat high in the sky. The afternoon had only just come. A chill ran down her spine as a large gust of wind blew through the house. Quinn quickly folded the paper before going to shut the front door. As she approached, she noticed a car turn into her drive way. Instinctively, she turned back to the sofa Niko was still snoozing on before grabbing her coat and a knife from the drawer near the entryway.
