Book: Mockingjay. Page 2

The dead will forever remain with you.

Mother drowns his sorrows in work.
I have no job. Grief drowns me.

You're still angry.
- And you're still not apologizing.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from his pocket and trying to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that broke up nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. In order to remind myself the name of the one I lost. But what's the point? He left.

Am I really this cold and calculating? Gale said "Katniss will choose the separation from whom would break her heart" or even "the one without whom she cannot live." These words would imply that I am driven by a kind of passion, feelings
but my best friend predicts I will choose the person without whom, as I think I will not be able to survive. This list does not include love, or desire, or even compatibility. I'm just an unfeeling assessment of what my potential partner has to offer me. Like in the end it will be the question of whether a Baker or a hunter will extend my longer exist. It's horrible for Gale to say, for Peeta not to refute. Especially when all the feelings and emotions which I had, were taken and used by the Capitol or the rebels. At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can perfectly survive without both of them.

It is better not to give in to it. To step into the abyss is much easier than to get out of it.

There are roads that need to go alone.

- Don't let him take you from me.
Pete breathes heavily, continuing to fight the nightmares raging in his head.
- No, I don't want to....
I painfully squeeze his hand.
- Stay with me.
His pupils narrowed to the size of the dots, and then quickly dilate back to the condition, which is more like normal.
- Always, ' he whispers.

I think the terrible events of the hardest to eradicate. In fact, that we are remember best.

- How do you handle that?
Finnick looks at me with distrust.
- I can't do it, Katniss! Absolutely. Every morning I pull myself out of the nightmares and I see that in the real world nothing has changed. Something in my expression stops him.
- It is better not to give in to it. To collect himself again ten times harder than to fall to pieces.

- Did you love Annie right away, Finnick? - I ask.
"No," before he continues, takes a long time, she gradually took me.

I know that I don't need Gale's fire, fueled by anger and hatred and in the spring the dandelion is a symbol of rebirth, the promise that, despite all the losses, life goes on. Everything will be fine again. And it can only give me Pete. And when he whispers to me:
- Do you love me. True or false?
I answer:
True.

All we're fickle stupid beings with poor memories and a tremendous gift of self-destruction.

Regret is an excuse for hunters and friends.