Haymitch takes the seat across from me. ‘We’re going to have to work together again. So, go ahead. Just say it.’
I think of the snarling, cruel exchange back on the hovercraft. The bitterness that followed. But all I say is ‘I can’t believe you didn’t rescue Peeta.’
'I know,' he replies.
There’s a sense of incompleteness. And not because he hasn’t apologized. But because we were a team. We had a deal to keep Peeta safe. A drunken, unrealistic deal made in the dark of night, but a deal just the same. And in my heart of hearts, I know we both failed.
'Now you say it,' I tell him.
'I can't believe you let him out of your sight that night,' says Haymitch.
The closing lines of The Great Gatsby handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald under a portrait of him drawn by Robert Kastor.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning —
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Catching Fire, page 159.
Mockingjay, page 314.
when I find myself in times of trouble
robert pattinson comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
“my favorite animal would definitely be an elephant. because, well, it’s not just a pet. you can lie under it and it’s basically a house.”