What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.
I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.
They don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta's alive.
I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you... you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said... "Who knows The Valley Song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I... I watched you going home every day...
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.
You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.
I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.
I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention
Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. "No. I don't want to. . ." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.
Because...because...she came here with me.
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.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
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