When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

Stay with me. Always.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.