What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

I miss him so badly it hurts.

Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

This is no place for a girl on fire.