"Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of the chair and hangs on until the flash backs are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that." A story of what happened after Peeta came back to Katniss, as he always does, standing with the yellow flowers that were blooming into Primroses as he lay the soft soil over them. In the aftermath of their loss, grief, anger, and trauma, Katniss and Peeta (and Haymitch) find their way back together. But it isn't easy. All characters are Suzanne Collins. The story is mine. All rights reserved.