Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.
Whatever it takes to break you.
Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.
I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, itโs soothing. A cool kiss