第15部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

I　could　never　voice　inside　the　fence。　In　exchange；　he　trusted　me　with　his。　Being　out　in　the　woods　with　Gale　。　。　。　sometimes　I　was　actually　happy。

I　call　him　my　friend；　but　in　the　last　year　itˇs　seemed　too　casual　a　word　for　what　Gale　is　to　me。　A　pang　of　longing　shoots　through　my　chest。　If　only　he　was　with　me　now！　But；　of　course；　I　donˇt　want　that。　I　donˇt　want　him　in　the　arena　where　heˇd　be　dead　in　a　few　days。　I　just　。　。　。　I　just　miss　him。　And　I　hate　being　so　alone。　Does　he　miss　me？　He　must。

I　think　of　the　eleven　flashing　under　my　name　last　night。　I　know　exactly　what　heˇd　say　to　me。　¨Well；　thereˇs　some　room　for　improvement　there。〃　And　then　heˇd　give　me　a　smile　and　Iˇd　return　it　without　hesitating　now。

I　canˇt　help　paring　what　I　have　with　Gale　to　what　Iˇm　pretending　to　have　with　Peeta。　Hootives　while　I　do　nothing　but　doubt　the　latterˇs。　Itˇs　not　a　fair　parison　really。　Gale　and　I　were　thrown　together　by　a　mutual　need　to　survive。　Peeta　and　I　know　the　otherˇs　survival　means　our　own　death。　How　do　you　sidestep　that？

Effieˇs　knocking　at　the　door；　reminding　me　thereˇs　another　¨big；　big；　big　day！〃　ahead。　Tomorrow　night　will　be　our　televised　interviews。　I　guess　the　whole　team　will　have　their　hands　full　readying　us　for　that。

I　get　up　and　take　a　quick　shower；　being　a　bit　more　careful　about　the　buttons　I　hit；　and　head　down　to　the　dining　room。　Peeta；　Effie；　and　Haymitch　are　huddled　around　the　table　talking　in　hushed　voices。　That　seems　odd；　but　hunger　wins　out　over　curiosity　and　I　load　up　my　plate　with　breakfast　before　I　join　them。

The　stewˇs　made　with　tender　chunks　of　lamb　and　dried　plums　today。　Perfect　on　the　bed　of　wild　rice。　Iˇve　shoveled　about　halfway　through　the　mound　when　I　realize　no　oneˇs　talking。　I　take　a　big　gulp　of　orange　juice　and