He meant everything to her. Three years later and she'd still do anything to keep him safe, sacrifice everything to protect him- even if that meant keeping him at an arm's length.
She was the one person who truly knew him. The one person he'd choos...
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"Maybe, we just found forever at the wrong time, and, someday, time will pull us back together again."
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There is no such thing as 'getting over it.' Trauma permanently changes you and no matter how hard you try, there is no way to forget. Whether the marks are physical or mental, it doesn't matter either. The harsh reality of it is that it rips you from yourself, your safety, and your sanity. And there's no going back.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart, so if she gave up, then what the hell was she even fighting for anymore?
Cassiopeia Winterton had been forced into the games at sixteen years old, becoming the victor of the 68th Hunger Games. It's how she'd met Finnick and how they became Panem's favorite, fiery couple— Finnick and Cass, the flirt and the firecracker. That was the thing though. Falling in love with him meant he could become collateral damage in Snow's quest to stay in power. And she'd done everything he'd asked down to becoming a damn object of infatuation for the people of Panem to make sure that that didn't happen. She'd even walked away, hoping that it would protect him.
And now, Snow wanted to kill her again. She was going back into The Games, expected to either kill or be killed again. Did Plutarch really think she was gonna keep up an act and pretend she wasn't bitter towards the Capitol? Hell, they were forcing her back into The Games after promising her a lifetime of peace. But even after seven years, none of that mattered. The only thing important to either of them was protecting each other. Nothing ever really seemed to feel so damn complicated when they were together.
Even if they were cursed, even if they were already dead and gone and buried, her hand was the one he'd reach for. Because despite every rationale that they shouldn't be together, she was the only reason he'd ever need to stay.
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