Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.
The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.
But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.
We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.
There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.