Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

by Suzanne Collins

would have nothing to come home to, anyway. Except me…

“President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!”

“And if we burn, you burn with us!” My last words

Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.

Ugh this book is too sad

I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.

So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”