What I need to survive,is not Gale's fire,kindled with rage and hatred.I have plenty of fire myself.What I need is the dandelion in the spring.The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction.The promise that life can go on,no matter how bad our losses.That I can be good again.
And only Peeta can give me that.
So after when he whispers,
"You love me.Real or not real?"
I tell him,"Real."
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The Hunger Games|Edits
Fanfiction(Spoilers!) These are some Hunger Games edits that I found on the Internet or Instagram.(Might give you feels!)
