|1 of 2721 ›|
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again.
Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn’t quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. “Always.”
I really can’t think about kissing when I’ve got a rebellion to incite.