Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.
I’m not afraid.
"She’s dead." I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. "She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”
All I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim’s name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.
but I’m already there…
This is the revolution and you are the Mockingjay.
Catching Fire meme: Katniss Everdeen + hair