the seventy fourth annual hunger games
“To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.” - Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games
The moment Peeta realizes that he is going to die at the hand of the girl he loves, he has to, because he could never even imagine it the other way around.
“Katniss?” He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. ”It was all for the Games,” Peeta says. “How you acted.” “Not all of it,” I say, tightly holding onto my flowers. “Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says. “I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming. “Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.”
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"I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here and purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air.”