I'm More Than Just A Piece In

Despite What I Feel For Peeta, This Is When I Accept Deep Down That He'll Never Come Back To Me. Or I'll Never Go Back To Him. I'll Die For My Trouble. And He'll Die Insane And Hating Me.

On And On We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Deaths Count.

I Take A Few Breaths To Calm Myself, Step Back, And Lift Buttercup By The Scruff Of The Neck. "i Should've Drowned You When I Had The Chance." His Ears Flatten And He Raises A Paw. I Hiss Before He Gets A Chance, Which Seems To Annoy Him A Little, Since He Considers Hissing His Own Personal Sound Of Contempt.

I’m Stopped By The Sight Of Finnick Kissing Peeta.

They Don't Own Me. If I'm Gonna Die, I Wanna Still Be Me.