It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them to my sides. Saliva's filling my mouth at a ridiculous rate and i feel vomit at the back of my throat. I swallow hard and open my lips so I can get the stupid line out and go hide in the woods and-that's when i start crying.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.