it was all over.

The rebellion had officially ended, the Capitol gone and snow dead. Of course, President Coin asked you to perform for the amazing event. You had performed to boost the morals of district 13 during the war multiple times.

one final show.

In the crowd, as you fixed the microphone, you locked eyes with finnick, your best friend.

He gave you a comforting nod, a thumbs up and a wide grin. He had finally gone back to his arrogant old self.

at last.