mellon
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Temmuz 2019 tarihinde katıldı
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“As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. 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.”
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That 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 it 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."
"No one really needs me," he says, and there's no selfpity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I do," I say. "I need you."
Okur Takip Önerileri
Bir zamanlar insanlar hayatlarından memnun değillerse devrim yaparlardı. Şimdi alışverişe çıkıyorlar. Tamamen bir hafıza kaybı dönemi yaşıyoruz.
ARTHUR MILLER
Tıpkı duadaki gibi, diye düşündü. Onunla yüzleştik, ama direnmedik. Fırtına içimizden ve etrafımızdan geçti. O gitti, ama biz kaldık.
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