Four Weeks to Live

I watched as my children played in the newly found field of District Twelve. They were twins, two identical boys of age seven. They had all of Moss’ features. If only he could see them. If only he was around to be proud of his twin sons. Of course, I had been pregnant with triplets. The third was killed in the war against the Capitol. If the Mockingjay hadn’t been there to help lead the rebels to victory, I don’t know what other, worse things would’ve happened. Of course, I know the Mockingjay as Katniss now. She lives in the new District Twelve with me and around two hundred others. We’ve talked a few times, and we understand each other. We’ve both suffered loss at the hands of the Capitol. Thanks to her and countless others, that time in Panem’s history is over. As she would say, “There are much worse games to play”.