This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
My brothers best friend had this really rare brain cancer and after 6 years of fighting he past away on the 24th of December. A few days later we all went out to the ocean and spread his ashes because his one request was to be one with the sea so he could travel to all the places he would never get to experience. That 9 year old boy taught me everything about being a good person and this picture just brings back a lot of memories. Rest in peace Max Spartacus Kleinfeld.
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this is beautiful