We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then… for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion. I must have loved you a lot. You did.
She’s a liar! She’s some kind of mutt the capitol created to use against the rest of us!She killed my friends. My family. She’s a mutt! A mutt! She’s a stinking mutt!
I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But, of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead in a few days.
My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.
It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
HQ: Jennifer Lawrence for Vanity Fair Magazine Photoshoot 2013.