#katniss

"You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me."

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whispers."Real,"I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."

"Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around."

"Deep in the meadow, hidden far awayA cloak of leaves, a moonbeam rayForget your woes and let your troubles layAnd when it's morning again, they'll wash awayHere it's safe, here it's warmHere the daisies guard you from every harmHere your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them trueHere is the place where I love you."

"I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me."

"Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear."

"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."

"You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real."

"No. Now, shut up and eat your pears."

"Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared."

"You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention."

"Stay with me.Always."

"One more time? For the audience?"he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go."

"There are much worse games to play."

"Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,"Haymitch says."

"I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone."

"Not like this. He wanted it to be real."

"For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first."

"Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress."Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?"I say."It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?"he asks."Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it,"I say."Not if I keep looking at you,"he says."