An Ending of Sorts

"Let me see her!" I hear a voice yell through the fog. I know that voice, I love that voice. Is it Prim? No, this is a man.

Prim…

Prim is dead.

I saw the bomb go off. I was close enough to the blast to be severely injured. A lot of my left side hurts.

The baby!

I sit up as much as I can and my hand files straight to my stomach. A hand grabs mine just as I feel the bump.

"She's okay," I hear Peeta say. "We're lucky we didn't loose the both of you."

I close my eyes and weep.

Its five months later now and I look down at by beautiful little baby. She's only a month old and just like Peeta had wanted, we named her Adele. I remember back to the time when I had been afraid Peeta would never get to name her.

Adele and Peeta. They meant the world to me. They were all I had.

I think Adele is healing the both of us. Peeta is more or less back to normal. Every now and then I see him grip something till his knuckles turn white and I know it's the 'shinies'.

I am still broken. The war has damaged me further than anyone could ever know. They have me talking to a therapist, but he wont help. I know it will take a very long time for either of us to be back to normal. But with Adele, we will get there someday.

I look down at my beautiful baby girl. She has my hair and Peeta's gorgeous blue eyes. Only the joy of holding her in my arms is keeping me together.

I fear the days when she will ask her mummy about the horrid Hunger Games. And the days she would learn what her mother had done.

Softly I sing to her. A tune that will be engraved in my head forever.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet–
–and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet–
– and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Here is the place where I love you…

As I sing I see two girls dance through my head. One dark and as beautiful as ebony. The other fair and as bright as day. Silently a tear rolls down my cheek.

Peeta comes up behind me and kisses me. I know that someday, we will be alright.