Category: Suzanne Collins
Stay with me.Always.
You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.
I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
I really can’t think about kissing when I’ve got a rebellion to incite.
Aim higher in case you fall short.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
