[She watches suspiciously when he reaches for something inside his tunic. An old habit, something left from the Hunger Games and the war, when you just didn't know what the person near you might be hiding.
Usually, though, it's not a pendant.
Nor an admittance of an engagement.]
Peeta proposed to me once. [Though it's not the same, she knows. Not at all. It had taken her so much longer to realize she loved him. It's a story she's not shared with anyone here, though all of Panem knows it well.] I said yes. I had to. Panem had to believe we were in love because it was the only way to convince people that I hadn't rebelled in the Hunger Games. That my act with the berries had been nothing more than the act of a love struck girl.
I didn't love him then. But he had been in love with me since even before we were thrown into the Games together. He- [A sob interrupts her story. It hurts. It hurts so damn much.] -how could I have been so stupid?
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Usually, though, it's not a pendant.
Nor an admittance of an engagement.]
Peeta proposed to me once. [Though it's not the same, she knows. Not at all. It had taken her so much longer to realize she loved him. It's a story she's not shared with anyone here, though all of Panem knows it well.] I said yes. I had to. Panem had to believe we were in love because it was the only way to convince people that I hadn't rebelled in the Hunger Games. That my act with the berries had been nothing more than the act of a love struck girl.
I didn't love him then. But he had been in love with me since even before we were thrown into the Games together. He- [A sob interrupts her story. It hurts. It hurts so damn much.] -how could I have been so stupid?