Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything

Turn And Turn And Turn Again You See The What, But Not The When Remedy And Wrong Entwine And So They Form A Single Vine

Orange? Like Effie's Hair?" I Say. "a Bit More Muted," He Says. "more Like Sunset.

How Much Energy They Put Into Harming Each Other. How Little Into Saving.

I Pull The Sleeping Bag Up To His Chin And Kiss His Forehead, Not For The Audience, But For Me. Because I'm So Grateful That He's Here, Not Dead By The Stream As I'd Thought. So Glad I Don't Have To Face Cato Alone.

I'm So Tired, Katniss.