They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

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.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,