I killed you. And you. And you.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.