[she woke with a start, temples pounding as she reached    to her side, desperate for his arms. Coming up empty, panic    formed an irrational inability to breathe. Her toes touched the    cold linoleum and she was rushing down the hall, searching    blind for Peeta. Tears welled in her eyes as a sob escaped    her lips.                    "P e e t a? Oh God, where are you?"    she choked, turning into the kitchen. She caught sight of a    tall shadow through the dim light of the kitchen, and hurried    forward, burying her face in his chest.                              "I thought you left,"    she mumbled, the words barely distinguishable through his shirt.]

[ text; Peeta ] self-righteous little bitch—

                                            of me