I first see the blue of his eyes. Then his pale skin. Next, the mop of curly blonde hair that sits on his head. The orange color of his car appears. The blue sky and the green grass on the side of the road hit me at once. I look down to see my olive-toned skin. My braid is chocolate brown. The mirror of my old, worn-down green car shows me my gray eyes. I look back up, only to notice the red and white do-not-enter sign next to the road. Before I have time to swerve out of the way my car hits his, and all the colors fade to black.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. A heart monitor sits next to me. The repeating noise continues for a while before a nurse comes in and notices I'm awake. Dr. Abernathy, as I learn his name, informs me that I was in a car crash, and very lucky to survive. The man in the car I hit, my soulmate, is also fine.
My sister then rushes into the room, her blond hair a mess. She hugs me tightly to her small body as she exclaims, "You made me miss an entire week of class, Katniss!"
"Sorry, Little Duck," I reply. I know how important school is to Prim.
The man, who's name is Peeta, is immediately apologizing to me for hitting his car when I see him the next day. He can't be convinced that it was my fault, even though it actually was. We settle on paying for 50% of each other's new car. He tells me that if I'll allow him to take me on a date, he'll pay an extra one percent of my car.
"I'll allow it," I say, giving him one of my rare smiles.
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We go to the fanciest restaurant in all of Panem. I learn he is a baker during the summer and an art teacher during the school year. He sleeps with the windows open because it was so hot in his childhood home above the family bakery. He prefers tea of coffee, and never takes sugar in his tea, claiming it "destroys the flavor". His favorite color is orange, like the muted color of a sunset. He always double-knots his shoelaces to avoid tripping. His favorite song is the valley song. He says when he was six, he remembers walking by a kindergarten classroom and hearing the most beautiful voice singing. The voice came from behind the cubbies in the room, however, so he couldn't see the singer.
We walk back to his shiny and new car parked down the street. He learns my favorite color: green. He learns that I'm an archer and a music teacher. That my father died when I was 12. That my mother became depressed and killed herself 10 years later. We learn we grew up in the same town only a year apart in school. I tell him that my favorite song is the valley song, as well.
"Maybe you were the one who sang the song," he muses.
"I might have been," I reply.
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We grow closer and closer. The number of dates multiply, until one night a year and a half later, he takes me to the forest and proposes. I immediately answer with a nod and hug him
Our wedding happens on the second anniversary of the day we hit each other's car.