[She's been trying so hard. Trying so hard to hold it together, to not let herself be so easily ensnared into a trap. To be as strong as she has no choice but to be.
But when she hears her name, spoken in just the way she knows, in that way that's so irrevocably Peeta, it's all over.
About a thousand different emotions, all messy, muddled, and indecipherable, begin to overwhelm her. Blips of things that are recognizable (automatic relief, equally automatic and suffocating guilt) surface for brief instances before blending in to the mass once more, over and over in a cycle that consumes all else. Thought. Breath.
It's another few long moments before she finally manages to say something.]
No. [She takes a pause to swallow down the lump in her throat.] You don't.
voice;
But when she hears her name, spoken in just the way she knows, in that way that's so irrevocably Peeta, it's all over.
About a thousand different emotions, all messy, muddled, and indecipherable, begin to overwhelm her. Blips of things that are recognizable (automatic relief, equally automatic and suffocating guilt) surface for brief instances before blending in to the mass once more, over and over in a cycle that consumes all else. Thought. Breath.
It's another few long moments before she finally manages to say something.]
No. [She takes a pause to swallow down the lump in her throat.] You don't.
[I do]