a girl with a bird she found in the snow
it flew up her gown and that’s how she knows x
“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”
What happens next is not an accident. It is too well executed to be spontaneous, because it happens in complete unison. Every person in the crowd presses the three middle fingers of their left hand against their lips and extends them to me. It’s our sign from District 12, the last goodbye I gave Rue in the arena.
And she'll always be with me.
They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.
I painted a picture of Rue. How she looked after Katniss has covered her in flowers.
This is the last time I’m asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye.