Suzanne Collins

I stare in the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”

“I want to go home, Peeta,” I say plaintively, like a small child.
“You will. I promise,” he says, and bends over to give me a kiss.
“I want to go home now,” I say.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone

You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain.”

“The slag heap next to the east entrance,” says Prim patiently.
“No. When did you say that?” I demand. “Last night,” Haymitch chimes in.
“It was definitely the east,” adds Peeta. He looks at Haymitch and they laugh. I glare at Peeta and he tries to look contrite. “I'm sorry, but it's what I've been saying. You don't listen when people talk to you.”