Glimmer didn't want to resolve a problem.
She felt flawless, but she wasn't.
She didn't want to fix something about her this year, there seemed to be nothing to fix.
The fireworks danced across the sky like birds. It was another year, another Hunger Games. Why they had such festivities for a trivial celebration, Glimmer didn't know.
The revolution was seventy-four years gone, but her grandmother still spoke about it in vivid detail every year. Glimmer didn't know why, didn't care why.
The clock struck twelve just as Glimmer realized why she cared.