Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger…

     Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in 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 normality.

     ”Always,” he murmurs.