let's start a rebellion

#1: Katniss and Peeta were growing old, their bodies failing more with each passing day. Katniss' fingers were twisted with arthritis and her memory was slowly failing. Peeta himself was growing old, although he was too busy helping Katniss that he hadn't noticed. His skin had lost its color, his eyes had lost their sparkle. His memory - of the good and the bad - had yet remained. Through all these years, he had always looked at Katniss the same way he had done after she kissed him in the cave. To him, she was not just the Mockingjay, she was his dream . . . his forever. Katniss, on the other hand, had obtained horrible nightmares from all the deaths she witnessed as a young adult and she often spent upwards of three hours a night lying awake in bed. One night, as they sat in bed beside one another, she turned to Peeta. With tears brimming her eyes, she asked for him to tell her one last story. He told her everything from the day he'd first set eyes on her to holding her right then and there in the darkness of their bedroom. From the glossy look in her eyes, he had figured she wasn't quite listening. But when he finished, she looked up at him and said, "He must've loved her an awful lot." Peeta struggled to smile past his tears and murmured, "More than you could imagine."