[It's not easy being the ones left behind. A sharp pain stabs at her heart again and she runs her fingers through strands loosened from her braid, willing herself not to start crying.

Again.]

I... Peeta only got to know for a couple of weeks. And it doesn't matter now, anyway. He's gone back. He's going to be hijacked by Snow and whatever love he might have though I had for him is going to be twisted. And then he's going to try to kill me.