Peeta couldn't focus. Was the white pill in her hand poison? Would his pain be done forever? The memories that plagued him gone forever? His knuckles are white from his fists being clenched so hard. If only they were wrapped around her neck then this would really be over-

No. No. This would only stop if he were dead. That what all the signs were pointing to. He can't even get himself to sit up, the poison of the tracker jacker venom still running through his veins. Slowly, but surely his eyes were closing, mouth open, waiting for her pill and the sweet death that would follow.