Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.