The more you can distract yourself, the better.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

Katniss: 'What about you? Ive seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour'. I snap at him Tell him that. Thats not nothing. Peeta: Yes and Im sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.