You Here To Finish Me Off, Sweetheart?

I Reach For Prim In The Twilight, Clamp My Hand On Her Leg And Pull Myself Over To Her. Her Voice Remains Steady As She Croons To Buttercup. "it's All Right, Baby, It's All Right. We'll Be Ok Down There." My Mother Wraps Her Arms Around Us. I Allow Myself To Feel Young For A Moment And Rest My Head On Her Shoulder.

Remember, Girl On Fire,” He Says, “i'm Still Betting On You.

Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate The Cheese.

Katniss: I Guess All Those Hours Decorating Cakes Paid Off. Peeta: Yes, Frosting. The Final Defence Of The Dying. (252)

Hey, Finnick, Come On In! We Figured Out How To Make You Pretty Again!