mellarkia:

The war in my heart shows no sign of a cease fire, because I owe the Mellark kid more than my life for saving hers, but seeing them there, with his lips on hers, I could kill him. That old flare inside me, like when wild dogs would chase us; that instant urge to push her behind me. I try to tell myself that it’s because I still see her as a kid, but it’s hopeless, because there she is, right in front of me. She’s not a kid, she’s a woman. She’s got more power than she can ever know. I guess I have something in common Mellark after all, because she’s burned herself on the back of both of our hearts. We’ve got matching scars, Peeta and I. 

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