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

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

I vote yes....for Prim.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.