To Kill a Mockingjay

Prologue

The morning sun hid behind the oak trees of District 12; all was silent. Peeta was close behind me, his eyes scrutinizing the painting his hands were creating. I smiled to myself, admiring the blonde glimmer of his hair and blinding glare of his ocean blue eyes.

"Starring won't get you anywhere." He joked. I smiled a little wider. "Neither will painting."
"Not true; painters changed the world for which we live in today."

I rolled my eyes, thinking back to our first Game together. I was so uncertain then, I was so unsure of how to live. I turned back to the sun light, taking in it's warmth, trying to put myself in motion, everything seemed so distant. Prim's laughter echoed inside of me, how I miss her.

Peeta was at my side now, letting his fingers intertwine with mine; everything was so damaged, everything was covered up by this perfection.
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Chapter Song