"I want to tell him that he's not being fair. That we were strangers. That I did what it took to stay alive, to keep us both alive in the arena. That I can't explain how things are with Gale because I don't know myself. That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner. That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn't matter because I'll never be able to afford the kind of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after what we've just been through?
I also want to tell him how I much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.
So we just stand there silently, watching our grimy little station rise up around us."
Story of my life. Well, aside from the whole Hunger Games part. I really wish I could do something like that, though. I like living in my own little world. I like my dreams, where I'm the strong heroine in the story instead of the little girl lost in life and lost in love. I like when there's only one main girl and one main guy. And they inevitably hopelessly fall in love. I hate this dating system thing we have going on.