It's Not Easy To Find

Only.. I Want To Do Die As Myself

Closing My Eyes Doesn't Help. Fire Burns Brighter In The Darkness.

It's Meant To Be Pretty," Whispers Octavia, And I Can See The Tears Threatening To Spill Over Her Lashes. Posy Considers This And Says Matter-of-factly, "i Think You'd Be Pretty In Any Color." The Tiniest Of Smiles Forms On Octavia's Lips. "thank You.

What Do You Think?" I Whisper To Peeta. "about The Fire?" "i'll Rip Off Your Cape If You'll Rip Off Mine," He Says Through Gritted Teeth.

Yes, Frosting. The Final Defense Of The Dying.