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This is my vision of how the last chapter of the third book, Mockingjay, should have ended. I hope you like it as much as I do! :)

Note: Not all sentences are mine. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins.

It’s the first day of spring. The sun is shining bright and the birds are singing their song. I’m staring out of the window, thinking about, well, nothing. Sometimes my head is empty. Which is strange, since it’s usually full with all kinds of thoughts. About Gale. About Finnick. About Cinna. About Prim.

I can’t do this anymore. I’ve no one left, except Greasy Sae, but I’m not really in the mood to talk to her. ‘’Breakfast is ready,’’ she calls from behind me. I turn from the window and walk towards the kitchen table. She has made me eggs and toast, like almost every morning. I’m going to sit and start eating the food, very slowly. All the hunger from the past few years, gone. Somehow I manage to finish my plate. Greasy Sae always makes sure I do, by sitting there until I’ve eaten it all. After that, she does the dishes and leaves. I’m alone again, sitting by the fire. The flames make me remember all of it. The forest fire. The outfits of the Games. The hospital. The bombs. It hurts, but it makes me stay focussed.

A couple of days later I feel it’s going to be a different day, but I’m not sure if it’s a good thing. I can see Greasy Sae standing in front of the stove, again making me some eggs and toast. It goes on and on. Her coming over. Me waiting for something. But nothing special ever happens. ‘’Spring’s in the air today. Why aren’t you going outside? I’m sure it will cheer you up. Maybe you can even go hunting.’’ It takes a few seconds before I realize she’s talking to me. I haven’t left the house since I came back from the Capitol. And why should I. It isn’t the same anymore as before. Everything is different now. And I definitely do not like it.

‘’I don’t have a bow,’’ I answer. ‘’Check down the hall,’’ she says. After she leaves, I decide to leave the kitchen and make my way down the hall. I end up in the study room. All the memories come back right at me. Those stupid berries. I should’ve eaten them and die, like I was supposed to. It would’ve saved me a lot of effort and pain. And all those people would still be alive. But now, they’re all dead because of me. And the worse part is that I am still here.

I look around and find a box with my father’s hunting jacket, our plant book, my parents’ wedding photo, the spile Haymitch sent in, and the locket Peeta gave me in the clock arena. The two bows and a sheath of arrows Gale rescued on the night of the firebombing lie on the desk. I put on the hunting jacket and leave the rest untouched. I’ve accepted the death of my father, but I can’t get myself in contact with the other stuff. I lay down on the sofa, trying to clear up my mind, when I fall asleep.

I find myself dreaming. Or well, it isn’t exactly a dream. It’s a horrendous nightmare, where I’m laying at the bottom of a deep grave, and every dead person I know by name comes by and throws a shovel full of ashes on me. Glimmer. Marvel. Rue. Clove. Cato. Cinna. Mags. Wiress. Gloss. Cashmere. Leeg 2. Mitchell. Boggs. Messalla. Finnick. Prim. And so many others. I try to call out, begging them to stop, but the ashes fill my mouth and nose and I can’t make any sound. Still the shovel scrapes on and on and on…

I wake from the sound. The scraping of the shovel continues. It’s hard to breath. Was this really just another nightmare? I run down the hall, out the front door and towards the sound. This can be it. Death. And I’m ready for it.

Instead the dark, deep hole I expected, I see him. I reduce my speed and make it to a walk until I stop. It can’t be. I’m sure it’s another trick. Maybe I’m still dreaming. His face is flushed from digging up the ground under the window. In a wheelbarrow are five scraggly bushes. I can’t make out what kind of bushes from this distance. What is he even doing? ‘’You’re back,’’ I say. He looks up, right into my eyes. It’s right at that moment that I know it’s not a dream. He’s real.

‘’Dr Aurelius wouldn’t let me leave the Capitol until yesterday. He wanted to make sure I could handle this,’’ Peeta says. He looks so well since the last time I’ve seen him. Still thin and covered with those pink burn scars like mine, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He almost looks like the old Peeta, staring at me with those same blue eyes that used to meet mine and then flit away at school. Only now he holds my gaze. He’s frowning slightly while he does. I come back to my senses and realize I must look like a mess, because I am one. I try to push the hair out of my face and feel the clumps that are formed over the past few weeks. I feel ashamed. This is not how I imagined to meet him again. Not that I ever thought that I’d see him again. I push the feeling away and walk closer to him. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He relaxes his face. ‘’Yesterday the hovercraft landed on a small field with flowerbeds just next to the Victor’s Village. I saw these in the corner of my eye when I got out, but it was pretty late so I decided to come back in the morning. I dug them up and thought we could plant them along the side of the house. For her.’’ I want to yell at him. Tell him how ridiculous it is. At the moment I open my mouth, I see the bushes behind him and the name of the plant comes to me. Primrose. I close my mouth again, trying to look normal, and give him a nod of assent. I turn and start walking back towards the front door. When I’m around the corner I start running.

I slam the door shut and lock it. This can’t be happening. I sink to the ground, my back against the door. I want to scream. After a moment, a shiver creeps over my back. It’s not the plant or Peeta I’m angry with, it’s everything that happened in those last two years. Then I remember it. The poisonous thing upstairs in my bedroom. I force myself to rise and run up the stairs. When I enter my room, the smell’s still there. Not as strong as before, but it’s there. I walk towards the table, grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen and throw the terrible thing with the rest of the dried flowers into the fire. Full of disgust and hatred I watch the flowers burn. The white rose, however, bursts into a blue flame, destroying it completely. Good. To make sure everything’s gone, I smash the vase on the floor. It shatters into a dozen pieces, spreading all over the stone tiles.

I run back upstairs to my bedroom and throw open the windows to make sure the smell gets out. But it’s already everywhere. On my clothes. In my hair. In my pores. I can’t take it anymore. I tear my clothes apart, walk towards the shower and scrub the horrible smell out of my hair and body. I wipe myself dry with the first towel I can find and walk back to my bedroom. I find something clean to wear that doesn’t smell like roses. Back in the bathroom I try to comb out my hair, without any success. I take some scissors from the drawer and start cutting it. Most of it was burned anyway.

I walk downstairs, back to the kitchen, when I see Greasy Sae, making breakfast. I walk towards the fire and throw the ripped clothes into the flames. Between the bites of food, I ask her, ‘’Where did Gale go?’’ ‘’District Two. Got himself a pretty good job, working for Panem’s new government.’’ That means he won’t come back to Twelve. Good.

‘’I’m going hunting today,’’ I say after a moment. Greasy Sae looks up to me and smiles. I wonder how long she’s been waiting to hear that from me. I take a bow and arrows from the study room and walk out of the front door, intending to go to the Meadow. While I head towards the town, I see dead bodies everywhere. Some people are trying to clean them up. I try to avoid their eyes and walk straight towards the Seam. From the ruins of my old house, I can see it. A deep pit has been dug, the bottom already filled with bones, a mass grave for the thousands of people of Twelve. Even this beautiful place had to change in something horrible. That’s it. The Meadow’s gone.

I try to walk towards the lake, but it’s too far. I stop at my meeting place with Gale and sit down on a rock. I close my eyes. Hoping it was all just a really long nightmare. Hoping when I open them again, Gale will be sitting next to me like he used to. But when I do, nothing has changed. Gale is still in Two and he won’t come back. Ever.

By the time I make it back to the fence, it’s almost dinnertime. I’m walking back to the town, trying to ignore the dead, but I can’t. I start running. When I’m at my front door, I collapse. I wake from a hissing sound. For a few seconds I don’t know where I am. I look around and see that I’m laying on the sofa. How did I get here? When I turn my head to the other side, I can see him in the moonlight. How did he get here? He’s probably come on foot, all the way from Thirteen. ‘’She’s not here. Go away,’’ I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. ‘’She’s gone. You won’t find Prim anymore.’’ At her name, he looks up, starting to meow hopefully. ‘’She’s gone! Get out!’’ I sit up straight and throw a pillow at him, but he dodges it. ‘’Don’t you get it, you stupid cat? She’s not coming back! And she never will! She’s dead!’’ I feel myself shaking. It’s the first time I said it out loud. It feels so real now. Suddenly, tears come streaming down my face. I sink to the ground, take another pillow in my hands, and I start rocking back and forth, back and forth. After all these weeks, it finally comes to me. Reality. ‘’She’s dead.’’ I’m crying and sobbing. Buttercup crouches beside me, wailing as well. Who would’ve ever thought there would be a time where we’d comfort each other.

Morning falls and there’s a knock on the door. I stand up, walk past a mirror and take a moment to look at myself. My hair falls just over my shoulders. My eyes are red and swollen. I look awful. I turn away from the mirror and open the door. On the other side are Peeta, bearing a warm loaf of bread, and Greasy Sae. I step aside and head towards the kitchen. I’m trying to hide my face, so I keep looking down. While Greasy Sae is making us breakfast, I walk towards the phone. I dial the phone number my mom wrote in her letter and talk to her for the first time in weeks. I also decide to call Dr Aurelius. When I’m done, I walk back to the kitchen again and start eating my breakfast.

I’m quiet. I’ve always been quiet, but not like this. Peeta notices it and I feel him staring at me. I rise from my chair and walk towards the living room, avoiding his eyes. I’m going to sit in the seat, my legs dangling over the armrest. I’m looking around the room. It feels so empty without them. Buttercups is laying down on the carpet. I’m sure he feels it too. After an hour or so, I hear the front door close. They left. I stand up and walk towards the kitchen to make me some tea, when I see him. Still sitting on the same chair as earlier today.

‘’I thought you left, too,’’ I say to Peeta. Now he is avoiding my eyes. I try to pretend he’s not there and find me some mint leaves. When I pour the boiling water into a cup, he calls me by my name. ‘’Katniss, we need to talk. No excuses. No running away.’’ He’s looking at me. His perfect blue eyes locked with mine. ‘’Okay,’’ I say hesitantly. ‘’Let’s go sitting in the living room.’’ This is it, I think. Maybe death would’ve been a better option.

When he sits down, his eyes are still focused on me. ‘’What do you want to talk about?’’ I know I can’t run away from this. After all, this has to happen once. I’m sure he has been thinking about this conversation, because he doesn’t talk that easy like he used to. ‘’I know I did things to you and others that were out of my control. And I’m sorry. Dr Aurelius helped me to figure out most of the things in my head. He even showed me the Games again, how it really happened, and all the interviews. Of us, of our families, all of it. It was hard, really hard, seeing the people again that are now gone. And even though it was painful, I’m glad he made me do it anyway. It made me realise something as well. I know that nothing will be ever the same as before, not even if all those people were still alive. The Games and the war changed us, and we can’t do anything about what happened anymore. The only thing we can do is move on. And I’m sure it will be hard, but maybe, just maybe, we can be the same like before. Haymitch, you and I. We can be a team again. Trying to get through this. Together.’’

It feels like he slapped me in the face. Does he really think I can do this? His eyes don’t leave mine. The look of them, I recognise it immediately. Hope. He has lost his entire family and almost all of his friends, and he still has hope. And when he can have it, why not me? I give him a true and honest nod. When I think about what he said, I get an idea. We have to make a book, to write down all the things we can remember about the people we lost. It’s like the plant book, were my family and I recorded the things that we can’t trust to our memory. Before Peeta can ask me anything, I’m dialling the number of Dr Aurelius again, telling him about the plan. When I’m finished I walk back to the living room and tell Peeta about the plan. A couple of days later, a large box of parchment sheets arrives on the train from the Capitol.

In the months that follow, Peeta and I are working on the book. The page begins with what the person used to look like. A photo if we can find it, otherwise Peeta sketches or paints them. Underneath the picture, the name and dates of birth and death are mentioned. On the next page, I write in my most beautiful handwriting all the details we can remember about them. The first time Prim tried to get milk from her goat, Lady. The places my father and I used to go to in the woods. Peeta’s father buying my squirrels. Finnick’s sea-green eyes. Cinna’s most craziest ideas with only a piece of silk. The way Rue could sneak up to you. Madge giving me the golden pin. On and on we go. After several weeks Haymitch finally joins us, adding the names of twenty-three years of tributes he was forced to mentor to the list. The additions run out. Sometimes there’s an old memory that comes to surface. A dried primrose is being kept between the pages. There’s even a photo of Finnick and Annie’s newborn son in it. Without them we wouldn’t be sitting here today. And because of that, we promise to make their deaths count.

A year after the Games Twelve has been almost fully rebuilt. The signs of the war are nowhere to be seen. Even the Meadow turned green again. Peeta and I are laying in the grass. Beneath us are thousands of our people. Our friends, our family. Dead. We don’t talk about it, but we know it all too well. However, the Meadow is a beautiful place. The birds are singing and we can even see flowers here and there. Dandelions. The ones that always gave me hope, and they still do, since that day at school, years ago.

It’s true, what Peeta said earlier. We moved on. We got through this. Together. Peeta and I even grew back together. No, we’re not the same as before, and we never will be. Peeta still hasn’t fully recovered from the Hijacking. Sometimes he’s clutched to the back of a chair, screaming, until his mind is good again. One time he even tackled me because of the flashbacks. But he’s doing better every day. There are still nights where I wake up screaming from my nightmares. Sometimes I even run away, like those days were my mom had dying patients on our kitchen table. But it’s different now. I want to run away from my thoughts, but I can’t. Luckily I have him. The boy with the bread. The dandelion in the spring. The one that’s always there for me. And no matter how bad our losses are, life can go on. It can be good again. And we are the living proof of that.

We don’t say much. We’re just laying there, my head on his chest, both looking up to the perfectly blue sky. I’m so happy to be here. I’m so happy to be here with him. I would’ve never imagined ending up here. I always thought I’d now live in fear. Afraid Prim would be picked at the reaping, while I wouldn’t be able to do anything anymore. If someone would’ve told me I’d end up like this, I wouldn’t believe it for a second. But now I’m thankful for it. For all of it. I’m finally happy again. All because of him.

So after, when he whispers, ‘’You love me. Real or not real?’’ I tell him, ‘’Real.’’

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