Adjusting.
*Katniss POV*
It's been several years since the revolution. The war. Since the Hunger Games have ended. I still fear that they will come back. President Snow is dead. But what if somebody else wanted to bring them back? We couldn't do anything about it. Not me, or Peeta.
Peeta and I've grown back together. But slowly. It was only three years ago we got married. But his flashbacks from the Capital don't stop. He still clutched the back of a chair when it happens. But sometimes he'll clutch my throat if I get to close. Haymitch still drinks. His house still right next to mine in Victor's Village. District 12 is still rebuilding. It's almost done, too. But I always get that feeling when I walk by my old house. The one in the Seam. The one where my sister, Prim, grew up. The house is destroyed now. But it still has it's remains. It sends me chills everytime I walk by it.
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I draw my bow back as I focus on a wild turkey. My new hunting partner isn't hunting today. Gale had moved back to District 2. After the revolution, after his bombs killed Prim, he went there. Probably found a new job. Kissing another pair of lips. I don't know. I haven't talked or spoke to him since then.
I brush the thought off and focus. I release my arrow and it shoots right into it's heart. He flaps around a bit before it finally is still. I walk out and retrieve my arrow. Not too bad. It seems to have a lot of meat. Maybe Haymitch can come over and help us finish it.
I pick the bird up by the foot and stuff it in my game bag. Walking back, I put my now and quiver in a trunk. I walk back to town. Some people are wandering, but it's mostly still a ghost town. A graveyard.
A bakery had been rebuilt. Peeta works there. I can stop by, I think as I enter the bakery. The smell of fresh dough being baked fills my nose as I breathe it in. I love this smell. I'm pretty sure I always have.
And then I see him. His ashy-blonde hair and deep blue eyes that always calm me appear when he walks through a door leading into where they make the bread. I can't help but smile when he gives me that boyish smile. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, pecking his lips.
"Hey," I smile.
"Hey, what's in the bag?" Peeta asks as he glances down at it.
"Dinner," I giggle. "I know you like turkey."
His blue eyes light up as he smiles. Just then, he stuffs a piece of cheesy bread into my mouth. I chuckle and chew it before swallowing it.(Sorry it was kind if short. But I promise it'll get longer and better. May the odds be ever in your favor! Make sure to vote!)
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We Remain
SonstigesIt's several years after the games and war have ended. District 12 is rebuilt, the Districts are at ease, and our Star-Crossed Lovers are now married. Katniss still has nightmares, along with Peeta whose flashbacks are dying down, but for what reas...