She's Really Gone, Then. The Little Girl

"katniss," Gale Says Softly. I Recognize That Voice. It's The Same One He Uses To Approach Wounded Animals Before He Delivers A Deathblow. I Instinctively Raise My Hand To Block His Words But He Catches It And Holds On Tightly. "don't," I Whisper. But Gale Is Not One To Keep Secrets From Me. "katniss, There Is No District Twelve."

What Will Break Me Into A Million Pieces So That I Am Beyond Repair, Beyond Usefulness?

I'm So Tired, Katniss.

And Random Bits Of Happiness, Like Finnick And Annie's Newborn Boy.

I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way, I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.