I do not own The Hunger Games.

"She left this for you." Haymitch said holding out a perfect white envelope. It seemed so strange that something could be so unscarred and unmarked, when everything around it was broken, mentally and phisically. After much hesitation I took it and he left. I looked at the front of it. In Prim's familiar neat handwriting, it said 'For Katniss'.

I slowly opened it, not wanting to tear it even a little bit. Once I was holding the crisp white letter in my hands I sat up in the uncomfortable hospital bed. I bent my head down and started to read it.

Dear Katniss,

If you are reading this, then it means that I haven't made it. I know you didn't want me to get involved with this battle, but I had to. Please don't be angry at me. I stopped reading and gave a snort. Angry at Prim? Why would I be? I wanted to say goodbye before the assult, but I couldn't. I wanted to explain why I'm going, but I will do that now.

I am going because I am fighting for the freedom of Panem, just like you. I want to feel like I have a cause. Just remember that, evein in the darkest days, I love you. I'll be watching you, just like Rue is. Remember that song that you sung to me the morning that this started.

Deep in the meadow, Under the willow, A bed of grass, A soft green pillow.

Finish it off for me.

Love,

Prim.

PS: If Buttercup is still alive, and you find him, remember to feed him.

I smiled. I liked the thought that Prim and Rue were watching over me. They would be great friends. I just felt bad. In the past I had tried to make sure that the sun shined above Prim. But the sun had finally went down for her.