Float on a cloud

Happy belated birthday to Katniss Everdeen — the girl who keeps reminding me not to lose hope (which is not an easy task).

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Peeta unexpectedly laughs. “He was drunk,” says Peeta. “He’s drunk every year.”

“That’s very funny,” says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch’s hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. “Only not to us.”

“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in the arena. Say it’s actually a gigantic cake —” begins Peeta.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs. “Although it’s technically illegal.”

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me if you do,” says Peeta. “Give my mother my best when you make it back, will you?”

“For what? Nothing’s going on here,” he says. “Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.”

“Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping,” says Peeta drily.

“And don’t try. Obviously I’m too dim to get it,” he says.

.the words don't sound right. (i can hear them all moving inside her)

you've done me wrong for a long, long time

but after all you've done I never changed my mind

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

BENEDICT AND SOPHIE