Fine, than I will not have to blame you for killing my friends with your stupidity. -Haymitch

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Today I might lose both of them. I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.