Happy Hunger Games! And May The Odds

Peeta Rinses The Pearl Off In The Water And Hands It To Me. “for You.” I Hold It Out On My Palm And Examine Its Iridescent Surface In The Sunlight. Yes, I Will Keep It. For The Few Remaining Hours Of My Life I Will Keep It Close. This Last Gift From Peeta. The Only One I Can Really Accept. Perhaps It Will Give Me Strength In The Final Moments.

But In My Head I Can Hear Haymitch's Smug, If Slightly Exasperated, Words: "yes, That's What I'm Looking For, Sweetheart.

To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of A Drinker. It Makes Me Sick, And I Hate That.

Oh, Peeta, Don't Make Me Sorry I Restarted Your Heart.

If I Win And You Die, I Dont Have A Home To Go Back To. You Are My Life.