So you’re in love with this person. You’ve admired them for the longest time. Then they volunteer for their sister before you ever have the chance to tell them how you feel. But then your name is called. You don’t know whether to be scared to death or happy. Then you two are portrayed as lovers. It’s more than you could’ve ever asked for. And you can just tell by the way you kiss in the arena that it’s real. It’s so real, you can’t believe it. Two can now make it out of the arena, and they come and find you. They cared enough to come and find you, take care of you, even knock you out so they could get the supplies to help you. You try to hate them for that, but you just can’t. Because they’ve told you that you have no competition anywhere. Then it’s just the two of you left. You both go to eat the berries, because you know just one of you isn’t going to go out because you can’t live without each other. They stop you and you both win. They tell the country in an interview later that they ate the berries because they couldn’t stand the thought of being without you. But then you realize that it was all just an act. All of that, just a game. And you told them you wanted to be more than just a piece in the Hunger Games, but they made you one. Everything meant absolutely nothing. None of it was real. How would you feel?

I don’t mean to hate on Katniss and everything, but you have to put yourself in Peeta’s shoes.