And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Thank you for you consideration
Katniss, there is no District Twelve.
My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.