kiara ✾ ·˚’s Reviews > Sunrise on the Reaping > Status Update

“I lie on her grave and remain there as night falls, dawn breaks, and blackness descends again. I tell her everything and beg her to return to me, to wait for me, to forgive me for all the ways in which I have failed. I ask her to free me from my final promise. I ask her to let me come to her now.”

he suffered more than jesus

“The unforgiving songbird. Repeatedly reminding me of President Snow’s crystal-clear message to me on my homecoming. 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.”

haymitch is better than me cause alcohol would NOT have been enough

“Never released. That was a lie, theirs or possibly hers. A gift she gave me so I wouldn’t worry about her, only myself. And it worked. But now I know that she has been absolutely helpless, completely at their mercy, this whole time while I sabotaged their arena.”

quite literally nothing to smile about in life

“Maybe you should be the victor, Haymitch. That would give you some time to grow a backbone.”

layers of future trauma and ptsd to this statement like woah haymitch get behind me ☹️

“Why did I think I could change anything? That I could take on the Capitol, with all its might, and bring the Hunger Games to a standstill? Me, a sixteen-year-old kid from the trashiest district in Panem with little schooling and no outstanding skills. I’ve got nothing but a big mouth and an inflated sense of my own self-importance.“

i’m not surviving the cruelty of ampert’s death in theatres at all 🫩

“I don’t cry much in general. Only when people die, and then I cry hard and fast and ugly, which is what I do now. Because 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.”

omg stop the games hasn’t even started and haymitch is already in hell this is so sick and twisted 💔

“My face fills the screen over the stage. My feet begin to move. I see them cut to Lenore Dove, who has a hand pressed against her mouth. She isn’t crying, so Plutarch won’t get his tearful good-bye. Not from her and not from me. They will not use our tears for their entertainment.”

only two chapters in and i already feel sick to my stomach like it’s genuinely SO over for me