Katniss' POV
I stare at the huge monument before me as it slowly blurs into nothing. My cheeks are wet and my heart hurts from the years of pain. Wiping my eyes with the rough material of my jacket, I silently step forward, tracing my finger along one of the names etched forever into the cold, hard marble.
Primrose Everdeen
I fall to my knees, letting out a harsh sob that drags through my throat. I hold my stomach as tears stream uncontrollably down my face. I'm so sorry, Prim, I think, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I should've looked after her. I should've been there. I promised nothing would happen to her but I wasn't there and I didn't keep her safe. And now she's gone. I sob again, gasping for breath, the overwhelming feeling of drowning washing over me-
And then I feel his rough, familiar hands drawing me into comfort and warmth. I lean back closing my eyes while he whispers soothingly holding me close, his chin resting on top on my head. Eventually my breathing goes back to a normal pace, but the pain is still sharp in my chest. It's always been there, always lurking and striking. And now it's hit me, hard. On her 28th birthday, 15 years since her death.
