He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
Suzanne CollinsI poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daises guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you
But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?”
“It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say.
“It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes.
Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.
Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.”
Annie, who's on Johanna's other side, does that thing where she covers her ears and exits reality. Finnick shoots Johanna an angry look as his arm encircles Annie.
“What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy,” replies Johanna.
I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, “Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.
Suzanne CollinsI cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.
Suzanne CollinsKnowing it and seeing it are two different things.
Suzanne CollinsStichwörter: life truth different seeing knowing
You don't destroy what you want to
acquire in the future.
Stichwörter: truth future destroy acquire
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
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