There were bad days, those where the memory of what was lost in the fire ached, and living was no less difficult. Katniss was an expert in pain.
But, as time passed, the good days became more frequent, warm, and kind. Katniss wanted to be an expert in peace someday.
The afternoons at the lake, deep within District 12, promised a reality whose constant was the natural order of things. The mockingjays sang, the breeze stirred the treetops, and the forest was a living orchestra of wandering animals.
For Katniss, being with Peeta in that place felt as if an invisible hand had dropped the pieces into perfect positions. Watching him paint in the shade of a tree was part of the landscape. His laugh, when he joked freely with her, was native of the forest's symphony. And his blue eyes were like brothers of the sky.
She had him right where she wanted him. By her side, happy, and safe.
And when, at the end of the afternoon under the orange light, Peeta placed a delicate flower behind her ear, Katniss's heart didn't shatter at the tenderness, but beat steadily, strongly, and alive.
Katniss wasn't afraid of not being able to freeze that moment. Nor was she afraid of the bright, hazy memories. Perhaps, only in that instant, the possibility of losing him cruelly was impossible.
Because the future was kinder, and Peeta was by her side, and the flowers could adorn her hair.
Hope. Her heart was full of hope.
There was so much that Peeta had given her, and she wanted to love him with every single thing she had too.
Of course, it was natural to think that they would take their last breath someday, but it was also real that they would always exist in every sunset that someone far away saw in the sky.
This is a small watercolor painting I did earlier this week and i wrote the text (idk if this is like a prompt or how would you call it) last night.
Writing and painting have been my lifeline lately :) Please, create too no matter what you like or do and revolutionize life with your vision of beauty!
