What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

I had to do that. At least once.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.