โWellโ I can see why that one has a special place in peoplesโ hearts. I remember the first time I heard it.โ
That hadnโt been the song he was referring to, but thatโs okay.
โโNo, no me sueltesโ โdice, y la luz del fuego se refleja en sus ojos azulesโ. โPor favor, puede que me caiga de esta cosa.โ
โโVale.โ
(Peeta y Katniss, Los Juegos del Hambre, pรกgina 82)
to mirror Ashlarโs previous stance with the cigarette. He ended up chuckling through a slight cough, admitting, โIโm not going home. I know that.โ
He didnโt need to say that she was why; undoubtedly, that must have been clear.
It had never occurred to Peeta that the Peacekeeper was someone he could, and maybe should want to, just stop talking to. Maybe Peeta would have if he thought, subconsciously, that Ashlar was beyond hope. But Peeta didnโt think that about him. Peeta didnโt think that about +
registered the otherโs apology with a prolonged beat of surprise, but it didnโt play on his face โ only in his eyes, maybe.
Rather than recall his strategy immediately, Peeta reached for Ashlarโs unfinished cigarette, and then his lighter. He made a purposefully clumsy attempt +
ever think aboutโฆโ He shook his head. That was the wrong way to say it.
โI hate,โ He was emphatic. โHow we got here. But I do feel thankful to be here with you.โ
Peeta found his breathing had instantly calmed, to be fortunate enough he could be comforting Katniss in his arms. His heartbeat had increased, but that was fine.
As she laced their fingers together, he tried to commit the moment to memory.
โKatniss,โ He began softly. โDo you +
to grasp onto it to hold onto the one thing she was sure of after such a dream.
But instead, she reached for his hand and laced their fingers together as if the gaps between his fingers were specifically crafted to hold hers between them.
I guess we all have to have a rebellious phase, huh? Sheโs got a great mom, sheโs lucky.
Oh, Katniss is the best. I feel like Iโm finding new things to love about her every day.
Well, my life is going as it can, working, trying to advise my daughters, Prosie listens to me, Euphemia... well, I won't say more. And how are things going with your girlfriend ?
I donโt think heโll see that as a bother. We can just call to say hello, if anything, and itโll be good for me to have the number. Youโre starting to sound better, I think.
My father... I don't know if he's busy or not... I think I'm better. โโโ She's breathing a little better, but not completely.
โโโ I don't want to bother him.