How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

Let the Hunger Games Begin!

Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.

Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and examine one of the dresses I supposedly created. You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. Get dressed, you worthless thing.

The star-crossed lovers

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.