For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I'd bet on you
One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.
This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.
And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.
I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.
It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.
So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there's some improvement, I could swear he's making an effort to snap every branch we encounter
Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence.
My mother says healers are born, not made.
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.
Only.. I want to do die as myself
Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. And a a lot of people do, out of relief that their children have been spared for another year. But at least two families will pull their shutters, lock their doors, and try to figure out how they will survive the painful weeks to come.
And may the odds be ever in your favour
I don't know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....
So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.
You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.
But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!
I take his hand, holding it tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment I will finally have to let go.
My nightmares are usually about losing you.
The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
I'm not good at talking about myself.
Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.
We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.
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