*40 years later*

Okay, I didn't even start writing this & I'm already crying. So prepare your bodies, find tissues.

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I can still remember that day. The worst day of my life.

We were sleeping in bed, his moans fill my ears, and I stir to hold him in my arms. His nightmares happen more often than mine lately. It's a routine.

He groans, his eyes shoot open and he clutches his chest hard. "K-Katniss." He chokes our lightly pulling on my shirt sleeve.

"What?" I ask frantically.

"H-help me!" He sputters his eyes frantically searching the room for some relief.

"Help you with what?" My old cackled voice asks.

"I can't b-breath." He cries.

Crazily; I scream for help as I rush to the phone next to the dresser. "MOM!" A voice screams as I dial 911.

Willow appears followed by Garret. "What's wrong?" They ask.

"He can't breath." I choke out and hand her the phone. I rush to Peeta side. "Baby please don't leave me. I need you. I need you so much." Willow hangs up the phone. "The ambulance is on their way, it'll be here soon. Come on baby. Just a few more minuets." I coo holding his fragile hand and pleading into his ears. 

"I don't t-think I can..." He replies just barely squeezing my hands.

"I need you..." I whisper. "I love you!"

"I love you too Katniss." He chocked out.

"Mom, if he needs to go: let him." Garrett whispers holding onto my shoulders. 

"Peeta I love you..." I start. "And I know that  you don't want to leave me, and I damn sure don't want you to leave. But it's okay, if you need to: let go. We've had a pretty amazing life, us two, the kids, Haymitch and Effie God rest their souls. We lived a long happy life, and most importantly we loved each other more than anything in the world."

Willow sniffles behind me, I turn for just a second to see we wipe her tears. "I love you so much Peeta, and he's right; if you need to go, you can go. Go be with Prim, and Finnick, our mothers and fathers. Meet my father, tell him about our lives and then when my time on earth is over too, I know you'll be waiting on the other side for me. Won't you?"

"I will .... I'm so sorry Katniss." He whispers brushing my cheek slowly and softly. "I want so bad to stay here with you." His words break me, making my tears spill everywhere onto him. "Don't cry my dear, for my new life is only beginning." 

"I love you Peeta Mellark..." I whisper.

"I love you Katniss Mellark.." He replies.

"Peeta, will you stay with me?" I ask, my voice suddenly turning back to that of my eighteen year old self.

And then he says it; his voice the steadiest and calmest it has been in years. His last spoken word on this earth; "always."

I passed away three weeks later. Some say from a stroke, but my children say it was from being heartbroken. And their right, I was heartbroken; completely and utterly lost without my Peeta. The one person in this world I've never been able to live without.

But all is better now. I can watch my children from up here, how they have grown so much closer from our deaths. How they combed through our stuff with a fine toothed comb. Keeping almost everything with value to us or them.

I clutched his locket and the pearl when I passed, that way it came to the afterlife with me. Thankfully it did.

When I arrived, I was rejoiced. For Peeta and I have regained our younger bodies, our bodies from the age of twenty. They say when you enter the after life: you rejoin the body form of which you were the most happiest in life.

Twenty years old; we were pregnant with our Garrett. We were truly and utterly happy.

And now, from heaven, I can watch our grand-babies frown up. I can watch our children live long happy lives with the people they love.

For; everything once wronged in the world is now righted. The stars have finally aligned and the star cross lovers are together again. For all eternity. For always.

He grabs my hand, and smiles down at me with such force the shock seems to send me flying into the air. "you okay?" He asks silently as we both watch our children.

"I'm perfect Peeta."

All the stars have aligned.

All once wronged is right.