He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me.

I vote yes....for Prim.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.

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.