Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.