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This has spoilers of the last book, Sinsajo .

may be a warning too, is my first fic in the fandom

He wakes in a dungeon, surrounded by screams that reverberate against the walls, and smell ignored pleas blood. It is thinner and wounded, and can not remember the last time you had sedation. Above all, your head hurts, as if about to explode. Show confusing and blurry images. He and do not understand .

looks around, looking for something you know very well defined. Bus cándola .

She is not. There are gray eyes, nor the warmth of his body, nor the smell of forest. are not his scowl, his kisses, her laugh.

Katniss is still something in his memory. The loves, hates and love again . And

rare, and feels powerless .

He is sitting there on the edge of precipice . And I know, I feel it in the jerky movements that your body produces. You are about to fall .

no longer distinguish what is what sueñoyIt is nightmare

There is no line between reality and hell.

is about to sink .

The thing is, you do not have anyone to want to avoid the precipice.

Reality and hell are one.

Nothing matters.

------------------------- I can not believe I've written my first fic of The Hunger Games How cool is that? : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD worth, EMO Peeta, but as if he had not been poor, with all that have happened in the Capitol. And, please Sinsajo = ANGST. Heavy angst that makes me mourn and hizo impossible to read the whole book in one go because OW, Peet; _;

almost died with Peeta, but it seemed like a totally awesome idea, which has been so marked and that he occasionally tengra flashbacks, because if after all that, just being happy and eating partridge, would be taken as a hair. In Sinsajo killed me plenty of times but especially when Katniss is about to commit suicide and Peeta puts his hand to not take the pill, and says he can not let go. And when Katniss says it is a baker, a painter, who sleeps with the windows open, do not put sugar in your tea and double knot makes the cut