One photoset per character: Primrose Everdeen

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I’ll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light.

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Now I will kill him.

Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. She’s wrapped her skinny arms around me like a vice. “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!”

“Prim, let go,” I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don’t want to cry. When they televise the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I’ll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction. 

“Let go!”

I bite my lip. Rue is a small yellow flower that grows in the Meadow. Rue. Primrose. Neither of them could tip the scale at seventy pounds soaking wet.

There must have been some mistake. This can’t be happening. Prim was one slip of paper in thousands! Her chances of being chosen so remote that i’d not even bothered to worry about her. Hadn’t i done everything? Taken the tesserae, refused to let her do the same? One Slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered.