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â Page 134 of The Fourth Closet by Scott Cawthon
âI feel the bow purring in my hand. Reach back and grasp the arrow. Position it, aim at the rose, but watch his face. He coughs and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. His tongue flicks over his puffy lips. I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But thereâs only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation.â
â Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
   Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Galeâs fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.    So after, when he whispers, âYou love me. Real or not real?â    I tell him, âReal.â
my favorite book from a specific book series: the hunger games
I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.
KATNISS EVERDEEN & PEETA MELLARK The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part 2
But more words tumble out. âYouâre a painter. Youâre a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.â Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.  MOCKINGJAY by Suzanne Collins
Today, the greatest friend to the revolution will fire the shot to end all wars. May her arrow signify the end of tyranny and the beginning of a new era. Mockingjay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure. THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY PART 2 (2015)
THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY PART 1 (2014)