Pearl
Catching Fire
Peeta's just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh.
“Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.
“No, it doesn't,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. “Thanks,” I say
Mockingjay
I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on
my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth
against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.
Peeta's just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh.
“Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.
“No, it doesn't,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. “Thanks,” I say
Mockingjay
I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on
my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth
against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.
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