But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.

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.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Whatever it takes to break you.