That day, thousands of them stared at me in tantalizing excitement. As the glistening crown wreathed my head, an uproar of cheering began. But then it all hit me so quickly, and the impact was immense.
I would be forced to want their blown kisses.
To desire their nods of approval.
To relish a frenzy of colourful men and women, eager to speak with me.
It's all so terribly wrong. They don't love me because I made Panem a better place. They don't love me because I spared the helpless tributes. They love me because I obliged with what they thirst for. .they love a murderer. I want love from those who understand my burdens.
The faces of all those frenzied, tattooed animals flash through my eyes before I push the knife into my chest.