It's cold, freezing actually.
Why am I cold? Why is it so cold?
I role over to nuzzle myself next to Peeta to take some of his body heat, but nothing is there.
My eyes still are still closed, holding on to the last minutes of sleep, but I am startled by the thought of being alone, Peeta gone.
It makes no sense, he is always next to me when I wake up.
I sit up, confused, racing to understand where he was, opening my eyes for the first time.
My head stirs and ,blurry at first, my eyes adjust and realize I am downstairs on the floor with nothing but a thin blanket to cover my bare skin. And Peeta, clutching on to a pillow, lays to my left.
Well, that answers my question as to why I thought he was gone.
He, as though it is routine now, lays on the right side of the bed. And, by instinct, I reach my right hand out to find him every morning, to relocate and move back into his arms.
It all makes sense now, my memory returns and I remember last night. The game, the sunset, Peeta and I, a perfect memory that brings the biggest smile to my face.
I stand up and make my way across the room, careful to not disturb Peeta who looks so peaceful that it would be a crime to wake him up.
I chill travels down my spine and I look up to see that the back door is wide open. I grab the thin blanket from the floor and draped it over my shoulders and head to shut it. But, as I come closer I see Peetas shirt and my sweatshirt laying on the damp grass so I go to grab them.
Mindlessly I pick them up but am suddenly stopped by a white paper that flutters back to the floor and lands flat on its back.
Gales letter.
I completely forgot, how could I forget? The game, the sunset, Peeta, I completely neglected the idea until now.
I twist my head around, as if I feel a pair of eyes on me but no one is there. Then I slowly bend down to pick it up with the assurance of being completely alone.
It's wet, but the ink on the front is not smudged. Thought runs through my head but before I let them take over I tear the letter open and slip out an old, slightly stained paper that looks as though it has been crumpled and folded a hundred ways.
Once again, I turn to check but am again met with nothing but silence and the fog that roles over the early morning hills.
I begin.
Dear Katniss,
YOU ARE READING
The Hunger Games: Extended Epilogue
أدب الهواةAn extended epilogue to Mockingjay. Katniss has finally admitted her true love for Peeta and has sealed this confession by moving in with him. At first, the transition is smooth and effortless. Though, as the memories slowly return, how will Katniss...
