~ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 ~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟞

" 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑈𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 "
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The Medics were hard at work with me, I was told no one was to see me in such state. But could leave after I was well enough to join the others.
After I landed on a District that was suppose to be of ruble.

I guess mentally I was drained as well, I was told I was in love with a man I didn't even know, or well, remember. I was told a District is live and well, I was told about a revolution that no one told me about. Then I saw Gage. My first love who died eight years ago in the arena.

I guess my body wasn't the only thing drained but in a mental state where I needed to heal.

Every once in awhile I would see a familiar face, sea green eyes, dirty blonde hair. He wouldn't come in as the medics refused to but I could hear them mutter outside the door.

He always checked in with them with how I was, when I'd be able to see him, I didn't even know this man but the warmth I felt with how much he cared. How much he just wanted to know I was okay.

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After a couple of days, I stood up from the hospital bed and walked to the mirror, it didn't hurt to walk and I didn't limp one bit.

I looked in the mirror at the woman before me, I seemed much healthier, I still look worn but after what I've been through you'd probably expect that.

My silky blonde hair was healthy, my skin where I was cut and bruised was mostly all healed, my hollowed cheeks from before were much more strong and healthy than hollow. My eyes shined a bit but I still felt as though a part of me was missing.

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The faces of the past, the murders, I watch as I run and run as if somethings chasing me. Or well someone.

I could hear a distant cry from Clement, warning me about Gage.

My mind then raced to the district three girl I killed.

The bloodied faces of the tributes I killed.

I could feel sweat run down my forehead as I toss and turn in the uncomfortable sheets.

My mind finally finished with a familiar green eyed, dirty blonde haired man, we were at a rooftop, I just remember the wind blowing against us as I looked out at his younger features.

I could hear my voice muffled a bit as I asked,

"𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒?"

"𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘"
was what he said just before I furrow my eyebrows and the vision goes blank as I gasp for air.

I open my eyes and look around at a darkened room, not even noticing the door that just opened as the same man from my dream appears but his features were much more grown.

His face was of worry and he completely ignored the night nurse when he saw me.

I guess I was gasping for air and full of sweat as he rushed over to me and he pulled me into his embrace.

"Shhh it's okay." He softly speaks against me.

I may not remember this man, but his arms. They seem so familiar. His embrace, I would normally beat a man for touching me in this way but with him. It felt nice. It felt right.

Had I remembered a little bit?

"It was just a nightmare vic" he gets out as I felt myself calm against his voice.

After some time of him holding me I lean off of him as he releases a bit and looks down at me.

He was handsome I could definitely see why I would have had such an eye for him. But I'm not one to go for looks. I'm more of the personality gal.

"I know you don't remember me-"

I place my finger against his soft lips and softly smile up at him. "Then why don't I get to know you Finnick." I say and in return he softly smiles at me.

"Yeah, the deep stuff right" he speaks and I giggle.

"Exactly! Like what's your favorite color?" I ask which causes him to smile at me sadly.

"Blue. But not just any blue, a little bit of grey with it. Keeps me mesmerized." He says softly and a bit sadly as he seems to remember something.

"Mines-" I begin to speak before he interrupts me

"Green. It's green." He says as he once more makes eye contact with me and continues,

"You hate to sleep alone. When you do the memories of your games come back, you have nightmares every night and the only way to calm you is holding you. You love the beach, it's your home. You send a gift care package to every Victor in every district a year to make sure they know they're not alone. Every Sunday you go to church, but not just to go but in to honor the gone, the past. Your best friend is Johanna, you both go on a phone call for an hour every Saturday to check up. We walk to your burned down house that was years ago back in district four occasionally. To remember your family. You love mint chocolate chip ice cream, you never have coffee without creamer. Your favorite holiday is Christmas because you love to give people hope and happiness. You think I'm a horrible singer but you still jam along to it anyway." I watched as the tears began to form in his eyes as he speaks he chuckles to himself in remembrance.

How did he know all of this.

"You are Victoria Grace, the woman that I-" he then stopped and looked away pulling away.

I could feel his pain radiate off of him. The sadness he felt.

He knows me. But I know nothing. I can't. Remember.

"I'm sorry I can't do this, I'm so sorry vic I just can't" he says as He turns away to walk out the door.

"Wait, stay? Stay with me" I go to try to reach out for him. Seemed as though my body was familiar with such a phrase.

Even if I can't remember I don't want him to be alone.

His teary eyes look over at me as I say those words and he chuckles a bit painfully.
"Always" he says as he goes to me and embraces me in a tight hug. "I miss you vic. Please come back, don't leave me."

I hold him back tightly as I go on my tippy toes, I could feel him shake with his grasp upon me, I simply caress his hair and try to soothe him.

I felt him relax in my arms with my actions as though it made him feel calm, happy.

I wish I remembered. But I can tell now that I loved this man just as much as he loved me if I let him in.

Will I ever remember, I could feel my own tears stream down as I feel so guilty and frustrated. I can't help him.

What will come of this. Of 𝑢𝑠?