I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Despite serious reservations, I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.

Please feel free to take this personally.

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.