We arrived at the Victors' Village in District 12.
On a snow covered pathway, Haymitch stopped next to me.
He watched me trudge on.
My arms were folded.
I entered my house.
My feet brushed dead leaves into the foyer.
I glanced around.
Later
I slept on the couch in the Living Room.
I heard the crockery clatter in the Kitchen.
I woke up.
I propped myself up on one of my elbows.
I swung my legs off the couch.
With my arms folded, holding the long cardigan around me closed, I walked into the Kitchen.
I halted as I saw Buttercup on the window sill above the sink.
He meowed.
I frowned.
I stared at the shaggy cat.
"She's gone."
Buttercup meowed.
The orange tabby watched me expectantly.
"Get out!"
I strided closer.
"Get out! Prim is gone!"
I hurled a cup at him.
"Prim is gone! She's hurt! And she's not coming back! Get out! Get out!"
Ears flattened, Buttercup flinched but didn't leave.
I sobbed.
I put a hand to my trembling lips.
As sobs racked my body, I scratched under his chin.
Buttercup meowed.
He purred.
I sniffled, picking Buttercup up.
I held him close.
Tears glided down my cheeks.
