Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!