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

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

Some walks you have to take alone.

Stay with me. Always.