After killing President Coin, District 12 was in wrecks. President Snow dead too, there was no ruler. Naturally, things started to turn for the worst. Prices in food rising. Healthcare even more expensive than before. Economics? Consider them crashed.

You were finding peace alone in the Victor's Village. A place where people didnt violently try and harass you. Where people didnt try and kill you. Regular townspeople weren't allowed in the Victors Village unless they resided there. Which wasnt many. Just you, Peeta Mellark, and Haymitch Abernathy.

Sitting alone for about 3 hours, you hear footsteps behind you, and reluctantly turn around. Its Peeta, holding a seemingly fresh loaf of bread and a butter knife. Your almost shocked, but then recover. Of course he'd have tons. His family owns the bakery.

"...Wanna share?"

He inquires. You eventually nod.

"...Okay."

He sits beside you, under neath the willow tree. It always had the perfect amount of shade.

After a moment of silence, you speak up again.

"...Remember when we sat under a willow tree in the games?"

You ask. Peeta looks up from where hes cutting and smiles lightly.

"Yeah. But it was much more cold then this. It's warm today."