“Para que haya traición debe haber primero confianza.”

“To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.”

“Because…because…she came here with me.”

“I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.”

“Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?” I say.“I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.“It’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”

“You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.”