"I took the knife in my hand and threw it right into its body but it was too late. There she was. She survived two hunger games and led a revolution, and yet there she was. Lifeless. Her stormy gray eyes, wide open. Those beautiful eyes would never look into mine again. Then the sobs broke out but it didn't matter. I couldn't hear anything. The sound of my daughter's screams were just an echo looming in the corner of my mind. More voices. Nothing matters. Not anymore. There is no happiness when there is no Katniss." Peeta coping with Katniss' death. ONE SHOT