The more you can distract yourself, the better.
But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie’s newborn boy.
I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I’m not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol’s design, not mine.
Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won’t let him kiss you again.
But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.
I’m sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it’s mostly for their own good.
I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss.
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
And she’s my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.
Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.
If you won’t talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
Yeah, we wouldn’t want to lose our little Mockingjay when she’s finally begun to sing.
I’m on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
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.
But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.
Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.
I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
Glimmer, I hear someone call her – ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous...
Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead.