We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

“The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years …”

“Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to.”

“Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally."No telling," says Finnick. "Why don'…”

“Yo despierto gritando por pesadillas. Pero sus brazos están ahí para confortarm…”