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“Later, there‘s a lot of kissing. Didn‘t seem very genuine on your part. Did you like kissing me? ” he asks. “Sometimes,” I admit. “You know people are watching us now?” “I know. What about Gale?" he continues. My anger‘s returning. I don‘t care about his recovery—this isn‘t the business of the people behind the glass. “He‘s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly. “And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” he asks. “No. It wasn‘t okay with either of you. But I wasn‘t asking your permission,” I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you‘re a piece of work, aren‘t you?” Haymitch doesn‘t protest when I walk out. Down the hall. Through the beehive of compartments. Find a warm pipe to hide behind in a laundry room. It takes a long time before I get to the bottom of why I‘m so upset. When I do, it‘s almost too mortifying to admit. All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

I’m so sorry, Katniss

2 hour of walking, 15 minutes of pure sadness and tears. (Letterboxd Reviews) [Inspo]

And the last to add to the collection !