[She knows this now, in the safety of Peeta's arms. She knows why today is so hard. It's not just her birthday. It's the first birthday she's ever celebrated without her sister. Prim's always been the first to greet her with felicitations, ever since she was old enough to talk. Even when Katniss didn't want to celebrate, she was there.
And memories of the good times. Of the woods. Of Gale. They're still tainted. Maybe they'll always be. But how could Peeta even know until now?
She buries her head into the crook of the neck, crying. It's now the third time she's broken down over Prim's death. Maybe this will finally be the last.]
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And memories of the good times. Of the woods. Of Gale. They're still tainted. Maybe they'll always be. But how could Peeta even know until now?
She buries her head into the crook of the neck, crying. It's now the third time she's broken down over Prim's death. Maybe this will finally be the last.]