I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

When you're in the arena...you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.