I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.
Tick tock, this is a clock.
I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.
Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.
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 realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.