Katniss. I Remember About The Bread.

I Am Not Pretty. I Am Not Beautiful. I Am As Radiant As The Sun.

On And On We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Deaths Count.

You Would Think After All The Hours I’d Spent With Gale– Watching Him Talk And Laugh And Frown– That I Would Know All There Was To Know About His Lips. But I Hadn’t Imagined How Warm They Would Feel Pressed Against My Own. Or How Those Hands [...] Could Entrap Me… I Vaguely Remember My Fingers, Curled Tightly Closed, Resting On His Chest.

He Could Have Had His Choice Of Any Woman In The District. And He Chose Solitude. Not Solitude – That Sounds Too Peaceful. More Like Solitary Confinement.

Look, If You Wanted To Be Babied You Should Have Asked Peeta.