The Children Who Play In The Meadow

CHAPTER FIVE.

PEETA'S POV

'The war is over' I hear Katniss say. 'It's over. There is no more Snow. No more Coin. No more Hunger Games.' I can't understand anything else because her hands are buried in her face. I can't help her, not really. All I can do is be here for her, hold her until it's all over. "shhh" I whisper, stroking her face. "It's not real. I'm here."

I wish that I could help her. Seeing Katniss like this kills me. I would do anything, and I mean anything, if it meant that she would have no more nightmares, no more flashbacks. Just peace with Willow and I. The perfect life.

Unfortunately that will never happen.

Still stroking her hair, Katniss' sobs become quieter, and her hands slowly release from her face. I kiss the top of her hair. "I love you" I say. But she's already asleep.

I move her to the, surprisingly, clean couch and throw a rug over her. It's only then I realise Haymitch standing there, holding Willow. He has tears running down his cheeks, too. "I hate seeing her like that. You know I love her so much. Like a daughter, of course." Haymitch tells me, with a light chuckle. "Katniss and I were thinking, you know that, um, maybe you'd like to be called Grandpa? I mean, for Willow to call you grandpa, not me." I stagger over my words, but in a second we are both laughing. "Of course, I'd love to be Grandpa Haymitch" He starts dancing around with Willow. She giggles.

She's just like her mother. And I love her just as much, too.

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A/N

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