"You should be dead," Peeta spat at her, not holding back the hate and resentment he held for her. Did he hold it for her--a kiss on a beach, passionate something unreal--or...?

The spike of pain is so intense this time, he falls to his knees, doubled over in pain. He doesn't understand anything. Terrible memories, sweet tender memories...they blur together. What's real and what's not. He can't tell the difference anymore.