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Some walks you have to take alone.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”
Frankly, our ancestors don’t seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars and the broken planet. Clearly, they didn’t care about what would happen to the people who came after them.
“Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”
Whatever the opposite of fine is, that’s what I am.
I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.”
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.
Gradually, I’m forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.
