Coin began her speech, the rebellion had only ended yesterday. You stood next to your husband, Finnick.

Coin continued her speech about how snow was dead and that everyone could leave district 13.

You and finnick had already planned your future. Kids, watch them grow, and grow old together. The perfect future.

Coin finally finished her aggravating speech. Finnick wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He buried his face into your neck. "We did it, sweetheart. We made it"