Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.
As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You're still angry.” “And you're still not sorry,” I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.
I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.
hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.
It's ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let's go eat an awful lot.
No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen
There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.
Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.
This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.
Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.
You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?
It starts at midnight.
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