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“I was Aaron’s sister, and now I’m not. I’m not his sister anymore.”
My bby☹️

#scaredaf

BRO NU MICHAEL TE ROG. Ce se intampla hello.

My mother was dead. For five years, she'd been dead.
"Hey." Dean came up beside me. He wove his hand into mine. Michael took one look at my face and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You're crying." Sloane stopped short in front of us. "Don't cry, Cassie."
"You're an ugly crier," Lia said. She brushed my hair lightly out of my face. "Hideous." I let out a choked laugh.
LOVE THEM☹️💗

For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere. With my fellow Naturals, I never had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t.
Bbys🫰

Mi ft frica

Michael and Dean weren't so enthused. "Cassie's not
going." The two of them spoke in unison.
"Well, this is awkward," Lia commented, looking from one boy to the other. "Are you two going to start braiding each other's hair next?"
MA PIS O IUBESC

Nu mi plc de femeia asta dc e asa try hard

Bro mi asa frica

This was Michael and me—and Dean was standing in the doorway. HA GAGGED.

Mi frica.

HELLYEA MICHAEL SI CASSIE

Is foarte locked in si de abia astept sa aflu care i faza cu dean

Chapter 2 and I am INTRIGUED.

Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old. And after she volunteered for the Games. that nickname couldn't help but slip out. I didn't want to let them in. her and Peeta…

I fulfilled my promise about the
reaping, or at least lent a hand, but she says I can't come to her yet.
I have to look after my family.

But I can't say I have no future, because I know that every year for my birthday, I will get a new pair of tributes, one girl and one boy, to mentor to their deaths. Another sunrise on the reaping.

I am so desperate to forget. To escape the grief, the aching loneliness, the loss of those I love. There are no mementos of them; all are burned or buried. I work on forgetting their voices their faces, their laughs.

“But I do know, you need someone different from me”
“No, Haymitch, we need someone exactly like you.”
“Just luckier?” I say.
“Luckier, or with better timing.”

Repeatedly reminding me of President Snow's crystal-clear message to me on my home-
coming. That I will never get to love anyone ever again.
Nevermore. Because he will make sure they end up dying a horrible death.
And so, I drive away anyone and everyone who could ever have been considered dear to me.

What do you say to the meanest girl in town who’s become your friend? No, more than a friend, really. A Newcomer. Being tributes and not killing each other…looking out for each other with no questions asked ... that's family, I guess.
..There's a long pause before she says, "Sure. I'll be your sister."
Our hands reach out at the same time, clasp, and then release.
"Night, Sis." I roll over and let sleep take me.

“Louella is dead and I was supposed to look out for her and I didn’t. And while Lenore Dove will forever be my true love, Louella is my one and only sweetheart”

“You love me. Real or not real?”
“Real.”

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It's the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real?"
"Real," I answer.
"Because that's what you and I do. Protect each other"

But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid
like cry.

“Your favourite colour…it’s green?”
“That’s right.And yours is orange”
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,at least, that's what you told me once?"
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you?