Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.