That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.' 'Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?' says Peeta. 'With all that alcohol in him, it's probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,' I say.