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October 18 - October 25, 2025
because for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well together in my thoughts.
“Oh,” says Rue thoughtfully. “I didn’t think that was an act.”
And for the first time, I understand what he means.
“My thanks to the people of District Eleven,”
Perhaps if he wins the Games, he’ll see me on victor’s night,
Cute that she wants him to see het putting the flowers because she understands now
he must have the audience convinced it was to keep me alive.
Becausit was
The thought makes me smile. I drop my hands and hold my face up to the moonlight so the cameras can be sure to catch it.
“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”
“I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.”
Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”
I love him so much !!!!!! Baby
“Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. “How about that kiss?”
“Katniss,” he says. I go over to him and brush the hair back from his eyes. “Thanks for finding me.”
“Don’t talk like that. I didn’t drain all that pus for nothing,” I say.
“No, Peeta, I don’t even want to discuss it,” I say, placing my fingers on his lips to quiet him.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, sto...
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“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?”
Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff.
Bc its real
Eventually, I give in and slide into the sleeping bag with Peeta.
But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him.
and you.”
His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off my forehead.
“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.”
“Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping,” says Peeta drily.
He begins to mimic me. “I knew that goat would be a little gold mine. You’re a little cooler though. Of course, I’m not going.”
It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant.
and after an initial jolt of alarm, I feel better. “Peeta.”
“Haymitch said you would take a lot of convincing.”
It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.
When did forever start?”
And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner,”
“Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you.”
“I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.” “I am now,” I say.
Something about me . . . no competition . . . best thing that ever happened to you . .
“Oh, that’s right. That’s what I was thinking,” he says.
It’s funny. Haymitch and I don’t get along well in person, but maybe Peeta is right about us being alike because he seems able to communicate with me by the timing of his gifts. Like how I knew I must be close to water when he withheld it and how I knew the sleep syrup just wasn’t something to ease Peeta’s pain and how I know now that I have to play up the romance. He
Maybe because you did that by yourself
know I’ll never marry, never risk bringing a child into the world. Because if there’s one thing being a victor doesn’t guarantee, it’s your children’s safety. My kids’ names would go right into the reaping balls with everyone else’s. And I swear I’ll never let that happen.
This perplexing, good-natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly the whole of Panem believes him to be hopelessly in love with me, and I’ll admit it, there are moments when he makes me believe it myself?
And beyond that, he will always be the boy with the bread.
“What do I care? I’ve got you to protect me now,” says Peeta, pulling me to him.
“Katniss,” he says. “We need to split up. I know I’m chasing away the game.”
I love him so much
I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me.
