I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

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

There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.