This is a letter from Katniss Everdeen to Primrose Everdeen, two prominent characters from the Hunger Games trilogy. It takes place in the third book, Mockingjay, between the last chapter and epilogue. 294Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHcrEs3AEX
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Hey Prim, it's Katniss. However, I'm sure you know that already; after all, who else would be emotionally unstable enough to write to their deceased sister.
I know this is completely ridiculous, writing a letter to you when there is no possible way that you can receive it. I mean, you're gone (God, that's so hard to write on paper) and have been for months now. But I just needed to get all my thoughts out in writing; in a way, it seems more official.
Everything I did was for you. From the second your name was called at the reaping practically three years ago to the very moment those bombs ended your life in the Capitol. All I ever wanted was to protect you and your amazing integrity, protect you from going from looking at the world and finding the good in everything in it to finding the darkness and the iniquity all around. I wanted to give you a future uncorrupted by the hunger games, the Capitol, and every evil, despicable thing that could've ever possibly hurt you. In a way, I guess I did the best I could. But I still cannot help but blame myself for what happened to you. I try to think of how I could've possibly saved you; instructed you beforehand to stay uninvolved no matter what happened, pulled you from the chaos the second I saw your face, or even thrown myself in to shield you from the worst of the explosions. Of course, even if I tried to do any of that it might not have changed anything. But there's still that thought in the back of my mind that it could've; that I could've saved you.
But I didn't. And let me just say, living without you is the most painful thing that I've ever experienced. More painful than either of the games or any of my injuries, even more, painful than the course of time eight years ago, when we almost starved to death. You were always the one thing consistently keeping me going because through it all, you gave me hope. Hope that there was a promising future for all of the innocent children, hope for this generation and the lives they have yet to live, and hope for my sweet, trusting baby sister that she would not have to go through the pain I'd had to go through. And when I lost you, I lost a part of myself. I lost the reason for everything I was doing and had been doing for the last two and a half years.
I had to carry on, even though I really didn't want to. Because there was this tiny voice in the back of my mind, telling me not to let your death be one of vain. So I killed Alma Coin. I knew she was the one who killed you, and while I know you weren't the target, I couldn't let her live and be the face of our government when all she was was a conniving woman who killed multiple blameless children, including you.
And I think you'd be proud of me. Because now that I'm back home, I really am trying to continue on and appreciate the life I still have. I know that's what you'd want me to do. I'm trying to mend and build back up the trust between Peeta and me. It'll take a little while, but I have the time. I'm willing to keep going, even though it's so difficult sometimes, even though I still have the nightmares, still have sleepless nights where your face, among many others, is so clear in my brain that I can't sleep and all I can do is think about the extraordinary people, you being one of them, that unfairly lost their lives. But some of the best things in life take some time and work. And because I know you'd want me to be happy, I try my best to live for you.
You were such a pure, levelheaded, unbelievably smart, and gentle girl. It would've been so incredible to watch you grow up and become all the things that you ever wanted to be. You will always be in my heart and in everything I do.
Even though I know you'll never read these words, know that I love you more than anything in this whole world, Primrose, and I'll always remember what you did for me, for the revolution against the Capitol, and for all the people you've healed with your delicate hands.
Don't forget to tuck in your tail, little duck.
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