The charme of roses {𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑟}

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𒊹︎︎︎꧁꧂𒊹︎︎︎

It was said that the night brought advice, that it was the best moment of the day, that you could finally afford to be weak. It was what her mother said and Hope had always believed it, at least until now.

She hadn't been able to sleep, the deaths of Isaac and Boyd were too much painful, the memory of their bodies, of Isaac's look when he realized he would never come home to his brothers, the body of the boy from District Seven , Bryan; they were all too much for her.

She hadn't been able to sleep because of the nightmares and had finally decided to move from the tree and started walking aimlessly, hoping to find George's group and put an end to this story.
She hated him, she hated him so much, but not as much as she hated Capitol or Snow. No hatred was compatible with how she felt for President Snow, none.

She wanted so much to see her sisters' and Elias's face again, or to see Victor and Oliver again, but most of all she wanted to see Finnick again because she knew he would never judge her and that she would be by his side, side by side supporting her.

It had only been five days but for Hope it felt like a lifetime. She hated that forest, she hated the trees and the leaves on the ground, she hated every insect, every noise, every single thing in that forest made her nauseous. She just wanted to get out of there, forget everything and go back to her old life.

She wasn't stupid, she knew that by now she could never go back to that life, that Hope was dead, now only a small piece of her remained, a part of her that she had always hated, the one that reminded her of her father.

Guilt pressed in her chest, the anger she felt and the tiredness and hunger weren't helping.
She had been walking in the forest for hours, probably if Oliver had been with her he would have told her to move her ass and stop complaining, to grit her teeth and continue because there was always time to mourn the dead.

It was getting hotter and the only way not to pass out was to find a stream or lake and drink some water so she started looking for water, trying to go in the same direction that she, Isaac and Boyd had done when the giant monkey had hurt her.
After a few hours she finally managed to find the lake and immediately the memory of her two friends returned and her eyes began to water but she immediately dried the tears, now was not the time to cry.

She checked that she still had the dagger and then placed her backpack on a rock to rest a bit, drank some water and sighed with relief when she sat up resting her poor feet.
The calm did not last long because from a distance Hope heard voices, voices that she knew well who they belonged to. She immediately took her backpack, took out the knife and went to hide behind a tree. She waited a few minutes before George and his friends arrived laughing.