I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.” “The way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,” I say. Gale holds my gaze. “If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.197, Scholastic Inc.
