I don't know where the word comes from, but it slips out before I can stop it because it's the only thing I remember. The one word that I couldn't hear, that night we fell asleep. But it's quiet enough that he probably didn't hear it, and maybe I didn't want him to hear it because this way he can forget about the Games and all the things that were done to us. He's free to go and do whatever he likes with the pretty blonde girl and her perfect curls.
In short, free to forget about me. But this is better, I tell myself. For him. Better for Peeta's well-being in general.
I turn away from the door, but not back towards Gale either. To a wall, waiting for Peeta to leave so I can.
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I don't know where the word comes from, but it slips out before I can stop it because it's the only thing I remember. The one word that I couldn't hear, that night we fell asleep. But it's quiet enough that he probably didn't hear it, and maybe I didn't want him to hear it because this way he can forget about the Games and all the things that were done to us. He's free to go and do whatever he likes with the pretty blonde girl and her perfect curls.
In short, free to forget about me. But this is better, I tell myself. For him. Better for Peeta's well-being in general.
I turn away from the door, but not back towards Gale either. To a wall, waiting for Peeta to leave so I can.