~ fifteen years later ~
Time has gone by, but those memories of our wedding have yet to die. The bouquet of Primroses, although they have wilted, have never been touched or moved. That has been the one thing that has stood the test of time.
After fifteen years, Peeta convinced my stubborn self into having kids. He said I had to let go of the bad to enjoy the new. Our daughter is Peeta's twin with excpetion of her dark hair. With the bakery rebuilt, she goes with Peeta to help him bake. I just go "help" by eating the cookie dough. Our son, is the cutest imginable thing. His cheeks are just so chubby, and his lips are so perfect. They have brought a whole new happiness into my life that I never thought could be possible.
Time has made a lot of things different. My mother and I have grown a lot closer. Yes, she is becoming more frail and she is aging, but she's hanging on to her jovial self. Not like when dad died.
Haymitch has been 100 percent sober since the day after our wedding. He has not had a sip of alcohol and I have been in shock ever since. He still lives next door and is a, believe it or not, he is a fantastic babysitter for whenever Peeta and I need a little relaxation and down time.
Gale and I have also mended our past. The grudge is still there, and will always be. Somethings just never change.
Flynn and Annie are doing alright. It's still tough for Annie, but her son helps her through it. Flynn is a mirror image of his father, just not as cocky.
Johanna has become somewhat of her own definition of an artist. One day I was helping her move some of her photos she had taken and I came across a wrinkled piece of paper. My eyes roamed the words and it was a piece of gold. The paper read:
I stare out into the color-changing horizon, allowing the idea of thoughts rush to mind.
It's a funny concept: thinking. There is no certainty when you just think. You either come to being happy or sad. Excited or indifferent.
I stopped thinking of my possibilities ever since they took him. The Day Before we were running through the opulent, never-ending trees, just being us... The Day After, there was no more us...
I've never mentioned to her about it, but I have never forgotten those words.
Peeta and I, we have never been closer. He still has his flashback, yes, but I still have my nightmares, so we even each other out.
Our children are leading the way through the trees of the forest, and Peeta and I following close behind, just then, I recited the last words in Johanna's poem ... we are Young and in Love, with a capital 'L'. A lower case 'l' does not do our love justice.
