And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.