Dear Foxface,

I'm so sorry. It's my fault that you're gone. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid and grabbed those berries, you would have had more of a chance. You were so smart, so young, and I truly believe you could've won; even if that meant Katniss and me dead.

You were so smart, so cunning, so clever, that you stole food from Katniss and I and we didn't even notice. Until you died anyway. If we were given a test, I believe you would've been the smartest of the tributes. I just wished you hadn't believed in me. Stole from me. Because now, I have a death under my belt. Although it wasn't out of malice. It wasn't some cruel little trick I'd planned, and I want you to know that. I also didn't kill any other tributes. Although if it actually came to it, I would've done it again. Just like any tribute I'm assuming.

It makes me sad, you know. That technically, you were half my kill. Which really sucks for you and for me.

I really just want you to know that I didn't want to.

Sincerely,

Peeta Mellark