turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.