They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.
In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.
It's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back.
I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.
Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.