Why don’t we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

But more words tumble out. ‘You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.’Then I dive into...

Imi intind mana sa-i ating obrazul, iar el mi-o prinde si si-o apasa pe buze.

I can’t,” he says.

I must have loved you a lot.

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

I’m okay once I realize you’re here.

Because…because…she came here with me.

I just don’t want them to change me, if I’m going to die I still want to be me.