Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

by Suzanne Collins

“Want a sugar cube?” he asks in his old seductive voice. That’s how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar.

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There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.”

“I must have loved you a lot.” “You did.”

“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers. “Real,” I answer. It seems

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory,

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

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

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