[A week ago, everything was perfect. She had never heard of a nation called Panem. She had no enemies. Knew no one who wanted her dead. Played no games. Mourned lost family: a sister and both parents. But had new family to make up for it. A best friend who still had her back. A good life. A happy life.
A life contrary to all her childhood expectations. A life she did not deserve.
But that had been the dream, hadn't it? Her nightmare only a jumbled up version of reality. It'll never be different. She'll never deserve that kind of peace.]
No.
[The word comes out harsh. Her face contorts into a desperate, angry mask. He has to understand. He's the boy with the bread. The boy willing to sacrifice anything for her. The boy she owes everything to. She doesn't know if she loves him. Loves him like he loves her. Her emotions had been manipulated too much over the past two years to know for certain if that is what she's feeling. But she owes him. It's just as important.
She shouldn't have said that. Told him about the future, the hijacking. It's not like telling Rue there are no more Games. Rue's dead back home. He isn't. But after last week, after this hijacking, she knew she couldn't hid the truth from him anymore, either.
Still. Maybe, maybe, this time? This time she can make things turn out all right.]
No, Peeta, it wasn't a dream. It happened. It will happen. Snow will capture you. Use you to break me. And then, when I'm supposed to kill him, I kill Coin. I try to kill myself but you? You stop me. Because whatever Snow did... However effective the hijacking was, it wasn't. You'll try to kill me. But in the end? You'll never let me die. I can't forget that, Peeta. I can't ever forget that.
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A life contrary to all her childhood expectations. A life she did not deserve.
But that had been the dream, hadn't it? Her nightmare only a jumbled up version of reality. It'll never be different. She'll never deserve that kind of peace.]
No.
[The word comes out harsh. Her face contorts into a desperate, angry mask. He has to understand. He's the boy with the bread. The boy willing to sacrifice anything for her. The boy she owes everything to. She doesn't know if she loves him. Loves him like he loves her. Her emotions had been manipulated too much over the past two years to know for certain if that is what she's feeling. But she owes him. It's just as important.
She shouldn't have said that. Told him about the future, the hijacking. It's not like telling Rue there are no more Games. Rue's dead back home. He isn't. But after last week, after this hijacking, she knew she couldn't hid the truth from him anymore, either.
Still. Maybe, maybe, this time? This time she can make things turn out all right.]
No, Peeta, it wasn't a dream. It happened. It will happen. Snow will capture you. Use you to break me. And then, when I'm supposed to kill him, I kill Coin. I try to kill myself but you? You stop me. Because whatever Snow did... However effective the hijacking was, it wasn't. You'll try to kill me. But in the end? You'll never let me die. I can't forget that, Peeta. I can't ever forget that.