The Hunger Games (thg-1)

No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.

“I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.”

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.