Thank you for being such a talented addition to our fandom. You brought our beloved character to life in such an amazing way and we will be forever grateful. And for also having such a god-given talent and bringing us joy on screen for so many years. You will be truly, truly missed.
My head snaps around at the hiss, but it takes awhile to believe he’s real. How could he have gotten here? I take in the claw marks from some wild animal, the back paw he holds slightly above the ground, the prominent bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just couldn’t stand it there without her, so he came looking.
"It was the waste of a trip. She’s not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully.
"Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks.
"She’s dead." I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. "She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead."
Not a single woman is on the list for best hero, and I find that ridiculous and wrong. If no one else, Katniss Everdeen should be added to represent the population of powerful women that our generation has become. Don’t let a strong hero like Katniss be overlooked! Please sign my petition.
In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I’m struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.