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

Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always

Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.