Gale

I watch Katniss kissing the Mellark boy and an insane impulse of jealousy throbs in my veins. Has she forgotten all that she has left behind? A symphony of frustration plays wherever I stand and I cannot escape the reality that Katniss isn't who she was. She isn't that girl who I chased through the forest, she's the girl on fire- famous in every district and her heart belonging to Peeta.

I sat there with Prim, who is just like my younger sister now. Katniss asked me to take care of her and I am; I asked her for nothing.

'Do you like Katniss, Gale?' asked Prim.

'Of course I do! Why do you ask?' I replied.

'I mean, do you love Katniss?'

That is the question. That certainly is the question. Before she was gone, she was my closest friend and I had never considered her as anything more than a best friend. But surely I wouldn't be this stupidly envious of Peeta if I hadn't any feelings? I am a mess. If I could get a grip on reality, I might be able to understand who she is to me.

Peeta

Katniss lies next to me as I stare at her like an idiot. She is my everything and always has been. At the reaping, I was initially terrified and dreaded this ridiculous event but this is the best thing of my life. I can finally love the one I've always loved and hug the one I've always wanted to be close to. I hope Haymitch is happy with what I've done so far. He is a complex soul yet with a kind heart. Unfortunately, he is gradually drowning in whisky and spirits which is an excellent plus-point to have in a mentor...

Katniss sits up, looking as beautiful as a soaring bird with her single braid sitting perfectly. I lean over to her and squeeze her tight and she smiles. Her smile lights up the cave and I am instantly enlightened.

This love isn't an on-screen plea for help, it is genuinely true.

Prim

My guilt is a gargantuan weight. My pride is the size of the smallest button. My sister has risked and is still risking her precious life to save my helpless soul. I know she has a great chance of surviving but I feel pathetic. I cannot face school anymore. Everyone thinks I am a scared, selfish child- which I probably am. Katniss, I love you. I cannot live without your comfort or support. Gale is taking care of me Katniss, but he isn't you.

I can tell Gale isn't at ease either. He always looks as if he is about to shed a tear. I know he loves Katniss, we all do, but his face when she was kissing that boy was heartbreaking and I wish I could have eased any pain he was feeling. But then I remember that I cannot ease someone else's pain before I soothe mine. That won't be a quick thing to comfort...

Cinna

I knew from the moment I was given Peeta and Katniss to work with, they would be hard to let go. Their radiance uplifted the room whenever they entered it and that is something that is rare in tributes especially in their circumstances of volunteering and love. Katniss' beauty was inside and out and Peeta's kind heart was contagious. I have been involved in dressing tributes for many years and I have never felt an attachment to anybody.

Peeta's Mother

My boy. My dear innocent boy being thrown into a horrifically violent game. I am pleased he has found love but he is my boy and always will be. Katniss seems like a nice girl with a kind heart and pretty features. He has been taking care of my baby and she has gained my appreciation from that alone. I hope Peeta thinks about me as much as I am thinking of him. Every day I picture him in his cot or asleep in my arms. I am so proud of my sweet heart and his father is also. I just wish I could hold him like his girlfriend is but I will have to wait until he wins... I pray for you, my boy.