That Was The First Time

Yes, Frosting. The Final Defense Of The Dying.

As I Descend The Stairs, I Can’t Help Brushing My Fingers Along The Unblemished White Marble Walls. So Cold And Beautiful. Even In The Capitol, There’s Nothing To Match The Magnificence Of This Old Building. But There Is No Give To The Surface - Only My Flesh Yields, My Warmth Taken. Stone Conquers People Every Time.

Peeta?" I Creep Along The Bank. "well, Don't Step On Me.

The Anguish I Always Feel When She's In Pain Wells Up In My Chest And Threatens To Register On My Face.

Everything Is About Them, Not The Dying Boys And Girls In The Arena.