The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?

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

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

What about Gale?" "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.