Chapter Seven

Marvel's point of view

A curtain of goldish hair sweeps in front of me. Glimmer, who must of ran up behind me, digs her fingernails into my arm and spins me around. "What was that?" Her face is so close to mine that I can see the yellow flecks in her otherwise green eyes, and can count every freckle on her nose. "What were you thinking? Who do you think you are?"

"Wait, Glimmer, calm down." She raises an eyebrow.

"Go on. I can't wait to her how you'll be digging your way out of this one."

We stare at each other for a minute as I try to form a coherent thought. The entire time, Glimmer is tapping her foot, one hand perched on her slender hip.

"I don't know what happened. Really." She laughs, as if that was obvious. Honestly, she just doesn't get it. If she had any idea of how I'm feeling towards Clove, or how it felt to watch as Cato was kissing her... Well, I doubt Glimmer would be too happy, either.

"Glimmer, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have ran off like that, I know. But you just don't get why I had to."

Theres a sharp, short puff of breath as she exhales through her nose, looking away. "Don't understand? If I were you, I'd double check before saying that again. Let me guess." She smirks a bit, staring at me mockingly. I guess I should feel differently, but every word she says just adds on guilt, not anger.

"Let me guess. You're desperately, madly, entirely in love with our dear little Clove." She checks my reaction, a stiff nod, before continuing on in a falsely high baby voice. "But then, big bad Cato comes in. And they love each other sooo much. She has no idea what you're feeling, and that completely justifies you acting like a big, spoiled brat! Well, you may not have noticed, but that's not the way things work."

"You're right. I'm sorry." But I can tell that that isn't enough for her. She's still staring intensely, her eyes bright and calculating. But then, something in her look softens. Once she bites her lip, I can tell that the gleam in her eyes is really just the way that the harsh lighting of District Thirteen is making her held back tears look. "Glimmer," I repeat. "You're right. I was wrong. I'm really sorry."

She shakes her head. Not in denial, I can tell, but to say that I misunderstood her sudden flash of pain. "I'm sorry, too," she sniffles. "This isn't fair for either of us. The truth is- the truth- I understand-". Her hand releases it's firm grip around my forearm, and she sighs.

"What is it, Glimmer? Come on, you can tell me. I mean, you don't have to. But if you want to, go ahead."

Her hair flies around her face as she shakes her head. "I can't. I don't know how, anyway. Lets just say that, I can understand what you're feeling. And I want to see you happy again." She smiles, oddly in time with the first real year that courses down her cheek. "Be happy for me."