Do you find this...distracting?
Do you find this...distracting?
I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.
I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.
My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.
Some walks you have to take alone.
They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.
You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee
All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.
Do you really know what's going on And if you don't... find out
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.
In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.
My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories