You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.
And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.
I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.
No more kisses for you, until you have eaten !
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen