If I give you an author's note here I will surely get emotional.. lol so please just continue reading…

For the last time in The Mistakes We Make, Suzanne Collins deserves all the credit for creating such a beautiful story filled with tragedy and rebirth, it was simply perfect.

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It took a long time for Peeta and me to be as one. When he asked me if I loved him there really was no other answer other than 'real'. My love for him is as true as it gets and I don't think the worst of hallucinations will ever change that. Granted, some have been bad. A few weeks after returning to District 12 we had a fight. I couldn't handle how I was feeling with the loss of my family and I didn't want to hear Peeta's words of encouragement. I was stubborn and the fight was completely my fault, but still I was relentless and it was the first night we spent apart.

It was the middle of the night and I wasn't asleep because the feeling of being alone kept me up. I heard my door open and Peeta stomping up my stairs and into my bedroom. He was wild and angry and I could see in his eyes that it wasn't him. He yelled and screamed and called me a lot of names that he regretted the next morning. He told me I was a lying mutt for killing my own family. The words cut me deeper than his first hallucination, but I had to keep telling myself this was not the boy with the bread, this was the boy that the capitol broke.

Somehow after that he came back to me and he felt horrible about what happened, but we decided being apart was far worse for the both of us. Never again did we spend a night separated, in all our years, not one. I then told him about Gale because I knew he deserved to know this time. I told him how he left the same day I did. I haven't heard from him since and I know he's off somewhere making the world safer. He should be happy. We all deserve happiness now.

There came a time for us to toast the bread and be official in our lives spent together. I thought Peeta was going to burst with happiness when I said yes to him. He has slowly come back to me, the old Peeta. Some days I watch him humming in the kitchen making some sort of baked good and I see his father and I know this is how he would have turned out had it not been for any of the Hunger Games. I smiled then and realized he is my past, present, and future.

More time passed, probably more than Peeta wanted, but eventually I gave him the greatest gift I could imagine. I gave him children. It was strange the day I felt something stir inside me. I felt anxious and nervous and I wanted to take back my decision. Peeta was there though, every moment and I would never have been able to do it if it weren't for him. I certainly would never have been able to do it twice. The way he held both children the minute they were born made me fill with wonder at how far he had come.

Days grew shorter as time went on. We saw our own children have children and by this time our district had grown into much more than it was even when Peeta and I grew up. We had our own grandchildren to play with and Peeta was in heaven. He has always loved children and has always wanted them around. He told me once late at night as we lay in each others arms that he wanted more. I remember the chuckle that erupted from his lips when I gave him a bizarre look. We never discussed it again and he never seemed upset.

We lived long, happy years together and even though the Capitol took almost everything from me, I never looked back. Every now and then I get a letter from Annie about her son. I received a picture of him when he was born and I nearly wept at the thought of Finnick missing it. Later the pictures were of him in his teen years and it always shocked me how much he looked like his father. He was the spitting image.

Our health faded and eventually we had to say our goodbyes. Our story was over, but our legend lives on. I am still the Mockinjay and Peeta is still the famous baker and Hunger Games rebel.

Our lives were simple, but it was better to live with love than to life with bitterness and sadness. It was a choice I made.

I finally found my place in life and my place was in the arms of Peeta Mellark. And his place was in my own arms.

It is in this embrace our final ember cooled.

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I just want to give a huge thank you to everyone that has read this story and stayed with it. And an extra special thank you to everyone that reviewed. I am really sad to end this.. Seriously I feel awful :( but all good things must come to an end I guess.. I hope you all appreciated this story as much as I did. It has meant a lot to me and now I'm not sure what I'm going to do with my time since it was such a large part of my routine haha. I'll just have to write more I guess! I hope you keep an eye out for me in the next couple weeks to come. You are all amazing 3