Tell him he’s mistaken. Tell him, Jorah. Tell him how he got it wrong.
It was obvious she didn’t volunteer because she thought she could win, she did it to save Annie Cresta.
Peeta and Prim are the 74th annual Hunger Games tributes from District 12
I wanted to save that little girl. Bring it home. For her. For Katniss. I wanted her to win, even if it meant my own death.
Everything went well, until that one day. Only five tributes left. Only four people I had to kill. I hoped the last one would be me. The thought that I would have to kill myself scared me. But Primrose wouldn’t survive a fight with another tribute. It was the only way to protect her.
I was so sure I could make it. Make my last wish come true. Let her win and give Katniss her little sister back. But I wasn’t.
In this one little moment I heard her voice, screaming so loud that I couldn’t hear anything else, in this moment, I knew that I lost. That she lost.
“Peeta! Peeta!” Her screams were the only thing I could think about. I didn’t even realize the fire that was all around me. The fire that killed her. The fire I couldn’t win against.
I lost. I failed. I couldn’t protect Prim. And neither I could protect Katniss.
So I started reading Harry Potter to my little bro’ and he was laughing like crazy during all the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and and
I have so many feelings
I LAUGHED TOO
WHEN I WAS 7
The Hunger Games AU: volunteering for the games is not allowed
I remember that boy - the one who’s bruised face is now on the tiny screen on our table, as he stumbles through the forest just a few feet in front of Prim. He saved my life once, a long time ago. And now he’s trying to save her’s. The only person I’ve ever loved. What he’s doing is unprecedented. No one has ever offered to save someone else’s life rather than fight for their own in the games. But, then again, no one else would’ve risked a beating to throw some bread to a dying girl in the seam. Peeta Mellark is much more remarkable than I ever gave him credit for, and now I will never be able to thank him. Prim’s arms are bruised and a small cut on her cheek is bleeding and I want to reach out and hold her close and promise her that everything’s going to be okay. But I know that that would be a lie, just like the pin on her jacket that I promised would keep the bad things away.
there’s no secret to dying
just keep on flying
this is beautiful