…But I can’t let my fear show.

“All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.” 

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable. 

Even when you’re sleeping, keep your eyes open.

“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”

District Twelve, where you can starve to death in safety.

“We could do it, you know,” Gale says quietly.
“What?” I ask.
“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it,” says Gale. 

“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?” I ask.

 “No.” A long time passes before he adds, “She crept up on me.”

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. 

Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love? 

It’s a love story, baby just say yes.

“She’s never gonna be the same, Finnick. All of us who come out of the arena leave with wounds. On our bodies, our minds, our hearts. The important thing to remember is that, over time, even the worst scars will fade. Don’t give up. Not now when she needs you the most.”

Let the 74th Hunger Games begin!