You have a… remarkable memory.””I remember everything about you. You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.

He hates me more,” says Peeta. “I don’t think people in general are his sort of thing.

I’m coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head.Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl....

I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.”Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

I thought he wanted it, anyway,” I say. “Not like this,” Haymitch says. “He wanted it to be real.

One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing...

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

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...

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I’ll go completely insane.

The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself an act of defiance. A refusal to play the Hunger Games by the...

I think….you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers’ faces. They’d have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the...

No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.””To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.”Something like that,”…”That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with...

You’d have thought we planned it,” says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile.”Didn’t you?” asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she’s warding off a very bright light.”No,” I...

Stay with me.Always.

Just give me a minute.

You don’t have much competition anywhere.” And this time, it’s me who leans in.

You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

but it’s not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. “Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper...

Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the...

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.