I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME..
'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..'
I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS..
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frag·ile
/ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/
adjective
1. easily broken or damaged.
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"THANKS...? I GUESS...?"
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THE 67th GAMES LIVESTREAM PARTY.
Subtly shifting his eyes back over to her, he just couldn't pay attention to Mag's, he didn't have it in him to listen. He just wanted to look at her. He wanted to look at her smile, a smile so soft that it flooded his veins with warmth. A warmth he hadn't really felt in a long time. He wanted to look at her eyes, so filled with life and warmth that it puts the Sun to shame. Licking his bottom lip, the taste of the bittersweet artificial fruit drink on his tongue does nothing to simmer down the feeling of longing inside of him.
He didn't care if she was glaring at him with nothing but hate in her eyes, or if she was staring at him with the typical kind warmth that they always had. He just wanted to be around her, in every and any shape and form that he could. He wanted Athena Grey. He wanted every little part of her that she was willing to give him. But, it felt like it was always the wrong place and the wrong time. A cruel game twisted by the universe. Or a perfectly plotted out mark by President Snow.
"Go talk to her. Go on now."
"I⎯Um, what did you say?" He blurts out, snapping back to reality.
"I said to go talk to her, Finnick. You've been looking at her for a while now, it's clear that you want to be with her. Go to her, Finnick. Go on now." Mags repeats, shooing him away with her hand.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he looks at Mags, unsure if he should take her advice and go to Athena. No. No, he shouldn't. It was clear that everything was fate or whatever strings being pulled made it clear that it didn't want them together. Looking down at his drink, he takes a deep breath, the scent of artificial fruit filling his scenes. A mix of cherries and something else.
"Finnick." Mags scolds, her tone firm like a Mother's would be to a misbehaving child.
"I don't."
"No, Finnick. Don't think, just go and do it." Mags scolds, not giving him much of a choice.
Mustering up all the strength and courage inside of him, he puts down his drink on the table, looking over to where Athena was. She was smiling while talking to Haymitch. Gulping as he realizes he cannot back down, not with Mags there to scold him. Letting out a shaky breath, he walks over to her, dread bubbling in his gut as he gets closer and closer.
Feeling some sweat drip down his forehead, his heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming out shaky. Was it getting hotter in there? Taking deep breaths to calm himself, his legs kept on moving, dread filling him as he can't seem to stop. Standing in front of her, his face turns a bright red, his brain shutting down as he looks at her. Turning to look at him, the smile on her face drops.
"I...uh.." He stutters, struggling to get a coherent sentence out.
"Oh, I am not supposed to talk to you." Athena states, snapping him out of his daze.
