Maybe the other tributes are out there beating one another senseless. Which would be fine. - Katniss -
Beauty that arose out of pain.
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 kisses in the arena.
Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.
I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.