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You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Suzanne Collins
Home, Thinking, Leaving
Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.343, Scholastic Inc.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever.

Suzanne Collins
Dream, Giving, Leaving
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.318, Scholastic Inc.

Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell

Suzanne Collins
Laughing, Guy, Leaving
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.79, Scholastic Inc.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

Suzanne Collins
Broken Heart, Pain, Leaving

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