Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

Listen up. You're in trouble. Word is the Capitol's furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can't stand is being laughed at and they're the joke of Panem

Scores only matter if they’re very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.