I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
Stupid people are dangerous.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
Plutarch rushes to reassure me. "Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie's. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them." "That's one of the few things I won't have to pretend, Plutarch," I tell him.