Step 1: Discredit the witnesses.
Step 2: Introduce a new suspect.
Step 3: We bury the evidence.
That’s how you get away with murder.
"if he makes you do something you dont want to, if he pushes you past breaking point-"
b: what are you still doing here?
d: i’m… protecting my investment.
"The sea is the cruelest lover."
❝ Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. ❞
“It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish”
It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.”
Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. “No. I don’t want to…”
I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.
I saw beauty. In the silence and the cold. I saw worlds burning. The birth of a star. Life returns. Life prevails.
Doctor Who, 8.02