I'm just gonna post here. This is a short story from Prim's POV that I wrote a long while ago
My name is Primrose Everdeen. Most people just called me Prim, though. I died a few years ago. I really wish I hadn't. Not for myself, but for Katniss. She needs me now. I'm pretty sure that she's gone off the deep end just a little bit. I'm happy Peeta came back for her. Once he got himself under control he missed Katniss and went back to 12. After all that Katniss did for me, I feel very bad that I've left her.
I thought death would be more painful. Especialy being blown up, but it didn't hurt a bit. Now I don't feel so bad for our father. He suffered the same fate as me. The most painful thing is that Katniss thinks that it was Gale's bomb that killed me. If I could just have one wish it would be to tell her that it wasn't his. That Alma Coin, as I know she found out, was a very evil person. Just as bad as President Snow.
I wish I could still be an aunt. Katniss has two kids now. Their names are Callie and Tommy. Tommy has Katniss' dark brown hair and Peeta's ocean blue eyes. Callie has dirty blond hair and grey eyes. I so badly wish I could meet them.
I'll never be able to go back though. I'm still there with Katniss in a way. In her heart. I know I haunt Gale's dreams, too. I wish I didn't, but I'm glad he hasn't forgotten me. I know that I will never be forgotten. Did I mention Katniss has another baby girl on the way and I've heard talk of the name Primrose.