Well, Don't Expect Us To Be Too

The Star-crossed Lovers

Oh, Peeta, Don't Make Me Sorry I Restarted Your Heart.

They Play In The Meadow. The Dancing Girl With The Dark Hair And Blue Eyes. The Boy With Blond Curls And Gray Eyes, Struggling To Keep Up With Her On His Chubby Toddler Legs. It Took Five, Ten, Fifteen Years For Me To Agree. But Peeta Wanted Them So Badly. When I First Felt Her Stirring Inside Of Me, I Was Consumed With A Terror That Felt As Old As Life Itself. Only The Joy Of Holding Her In My Arms Could Tame It.

Poison. The Perfect Weapon For A Snake.

That Was The One Thing I Had Going For Me. Taking Care Of Your Family.