Let The Hunger Games Begin!

Yeah, About That,” Says Peeta, Entwining His Fingers In Mine. “don’t Try Something Like That Again.” “or What?” I Ask. “or . . . Or . . .” He Can’t Think Of Anything Good. “just Give Me A Minute.

That It's No Good Loving Me Because I'm Never Going To Get Married Anyway And He'd Just End Up Hating Me Later Instead Of Sooner.

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

And Don't You Let Your Guard Down For A Second Because You Think Anything's Inevitable.

I Stand There, Feeling Broken And Small, Thousands Of Eyes Trained On Me.