This Is No Place For A Girl

Katniss, Got That Spile?" Finnick Asks, Snapping Me Back To Reality.

Im Still Betting On You. - Cinna.

Instead, I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.

Then He Smiles As If He'd Be Happy To Lie There And Gaze At Me Forever.

I Clench His Hands To The Point Of Pain. "stay With Me." His Pupils Contract To Pinpoints, Dialate Again Rapidly, And Then Return To Something Resembling Normalcy. "always," He Murmurs.