[The couple in the photograph looks happy. They are happy, clove knows. But afraid. So very afraid.

A public proposal during the victor interview, a large Capitol wedding performed by President Snow. The whirlwind romance that sprang from the spark and rose from the ashes of the passion between District Twelve's star-crossed lovers. A new love story, new hope for the romantics. New darlings for the Capitol. silent conversations confirming they were only safe as long as Panem was in love with them as a pair. Quiet sobbing over fights-- for every couple fought00 she couldn't tell anyone about. The threat that a child of theirs would be eligible for Reaping in eleven years.

But she would tell Twelve nothing about that, would pretend she wasn't sick with fear and dread for a future that never happened.

She takes the offered picture. The picture of their lives-that-weren't in Luceti Valley.]

I remember this. I... shouldn't, but these pictures shouldn't exist either, I guess.

[Why exactly she smiles, she can't say. Somehow, it seems right to smile at Katniss. As if they're still the girls in that photograph.]

That cake. I can't imagine how many hours that took him.