The 45th Hunger Games: The Tribute of District 4 (Watty Awards 2012 completed)

Chapter 27

Epilogue

He looked exactly like his father, down to the dimples. I watched the child hobble down the sand and wade ankle-deep into the warm water.

I looked up at the sun rising. I had watched every sunrise since the Hunger Games. I still had my sunrise with Slate every morning. I felt him with me at all times, with the memory of our first and last sunrise perpetually in my head.

The child laughed as he brought me a shell. He pointed at the bracelet that his grandfather had made me and then pointed to himself.

I told him that I’d make him one when the time was right.

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A/N- I have finished this story in a span of four days. I was extremely inspired to write, after being stuck in an original story that I am still writing at the moment. I have only decided to post this because I fell in love with the story and characters that I didn't plan on progressing based on depth and perception. 

Thank you to those who have read this and I hope you enjoyed the little piece of my soul that I have incorporated in this fanfiction.

Thank you Suzanne Collins for inspiring me.

Please check out my ongoing story on Annie Cresta's perspective!