Primrose Everdeen is not your average supportive character. Being reaped, almost dying two times, living in a district that everyone thinks is in rubble, training to become a doctor, and of course, being the sister of Katniss Everdeen. Prim struggle...
Today is not that day for good weather. The sun shining from above almost sickens me. The only sight that changed my mood was Peeta, sleeping with Jasmine and David. " Peeta." I whisper into his ear. He somewhat reacts, and replies with a " Hmm." " I'm going today. " Peeta sleepily kisses my cheek, and I head out. I collect a bouquet of primroses from our patch. We only had a few in the beginning, but now they have overgrown the front. Carrying the flowers reminds me of my sister even more. It reminds me of sweet Rue. Two young girls gone too soon. I wonder if Prim had ever loved someone besides mom and I. Another unsolved question I have. As I reached the tree where her grave is underneath and laid the flowers on the grave, I burst into tears. The cat and flowers in carved into the tombstone was extremely emotional today.
I don't know why.
On the tombstone reads Primrose Jane Everdeen. My little beautiful sister is nothing more than a pile of ashes. Maybe not even that.
We buried a box though, with some personal belongings of her. I put her reaping clothes in there, because I knew we wouldn't be needing those anytime soon. Mom and I scavenged her nurse outfit from 13. I was always mad at Mom for moving to 4, but when I finally demanded an answer, she said because Prim had worked there, and that was how she could remember her everyday. I felt like a bad sister after that, not knowing how my sister was becoming such a mature woman.
There was also a small mockingjay stone figure that we got from her nurse cabbie. I thought it could have been for good luck. A few pictures were added to the box. Her with Buttecup, one as a toddler, and one as her first day as a nurse. But the most heartbreaking item in there was a letter with my name on it. I had never opened it, afraid of what it may hold.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I was digging through the dirt to get to the wooden box. I thrust open the notch and opened the letter. Prim's handwriting was beautiful, so delicate. What it said surprised me.
Dear Katniss, I am writing this letter to you in 13. In five minutes, I'm going to be in Snow's mansion where children have been injured or killed. I just want you to know that I love you. It may seem unbelievable, but I finally managed to love someone besides you. Rory.
I have to pause myself to finish the letter. Prim loved a boy. Prim loved Rory. Ten years ago, I got a call from Gale. Him and his wife, Cressida, were expecting soon. I asked about Rory, and that's when he broke the news to me that Rory died with Prim.
Do you know how you get that feeling, that you know you shouldn't do something? I kind of have that now.
I know things have changed with us over the years, you being the Mockingjay and all of that. If you are still reading this letter, I'm probably already gone. I wish that I could have lived a fairytale like you and Peeta, but I guess not all fairytales happen in the way we want them to. The one thing I truly wish is that we are free. Hopefully if you read this we already are.
One more thing. I don't want you to cry over me if I die. Yes, I know it might be incredibly sad, but that's not what I want. I want you to smile when you think of me, not cry.
I want to be known as a soldier, not a weak girl. There is a bracelet I wore. It had a tree on it. I had no idea what the tree meant at first, but now I know. The tree is where there is no harm, no war. That's what the meadow song talks about to. Maybe dad and Rue are there. Maybe I'm already there. If I could, I would be here right with you, in person or spirit. Even though I grew up too quickly, you will always be my sister. I love you with all my heart.
Goodbye, Prim.
I dropped the letter to the ground, my hands twitching with grief as a waterfall came down from each eye. I clutched my head toward my knees, my chin trembling.
" I'm sorry Prim! I love you too! I love you!" I raise my head unexpectedly to see white blossoms twirling in front of me. Prim. I felt something soft touch against my forehead, and I know it's her. I close my eyes an see her, one last time. Then, the white blossoms twirl into the meadow, until they suddenly disappear. A smile creeps unto my face. I loved Prim. No, I love Prim. I will always miss her. Each and everyday. But I also have to let go and move on.
" Goodbye Prim."
And that's when the last set of petals blows away.
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