An epilogue of sorts

Peeta died in hospital three days later, really there was no chance in him surviving, the wounds were too critical. He died in his father's arms.

His last words would be curious to anyone who didn't know his story, he had spent most of his time at the hospital in a coma, but once, just once, he woke up. Weakly, he had turned his head to the pained face of his father.

"We were good together, weren't we?"

His father nodded, Peeta gave a tired smile

"I'm off to be cut out in little stars…" he said, before drifting off back into the coma. That time, he didn't wake up.


The night that he died, there was a meteor shower. In a way, everyone fell in love with night that day and paid no worship to the garish sun.

In that sweet period between evening and night, Delly Cartwright pointed at the sky

"Look!" she said "the sky looks like Peeta Mellark's eyes!"

Finnick agreed

"I would've killed to have eyes like his."

The original "adventurers" club had got together in the forest around a bonfire to pay their respects to Peeta and Katniss. It was their first "adventurers" club meeting where no one laughed.

"Who wants to speak for Peeta?" asked Johanna

"I will." A voice called out, every one turned to look at Gale, who was nonchalantly watching the beer in his plastic cup swirl around.

"I hated Peeta Mellark." He started; everyone looked ready to chuck him under a truck "I was jealous of him, so jealous. I thought he was stealing Katniss away from me. And he was so good, his heart was so big, that I'm surprised it didn't jump out of his chest and beat the shit out of that truck." He chuckled humourlessly "I would give anything to have died instead of him, because if there's anyone who deserved a chance at life. It's Peeta Mellark, and I think, a part of Peeta Mellark lives on inside all of us. Katniss had his heart, it kind of fitting that it died with him. "He bit his lip "Peeta Mellark, I drink to you!" he shouted, raising his cup to the sky.

Madge took over, stumbling through the words in a hiccup voice.

"Katniss Everdeen. I don't know what to say about her, she was a genius, she had a short temper, she loved her little sister more than life itself. She was like the sun in our little solar system, we all revolved around her." she hiccupped, and looked around "and even though she's gone, this star will not go out."

"Katniss and Peeta, we love you. Present tense."

The friends downed their cups and drank, in a silent salute to their lost stars.

Everyone grieves in a different way, and little Primrose Everdeen found a way to turn her grief into something productive, she spent the rest of her life campaigning for road safety awareness.

On the fifth anniversary of their deaths, the whole borough seemed to smell like toast, the smell hung in the air for an hour. Around the amount of time it took to do a toasting.

And maybe, they had their perfect wedding after all.

But one thing is certain, after they passed; the stars seemed to shine a little brighter.

People paid no worship to the garish sun.


A/N: so, that's it. That's the end, hope you enjoyed my random fanfic that i did :) thanks again to THE GIRL ON FIRE 127 for being awesome, go check her out. And thank you if you read/Reveiwed