You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.

Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.