That Fine Line

Chapter 2 - Past

I could feel the warmth of his hand on my back and his strong grasp on my shoulder. His face was hovered over mine. For a second, I couldn't react, for I was completely entranced by his sea-green eyes. As I stared, I noticed that the edges of his irises leaned towards a more bluish color, and as the colors transitioned, the area surrounding his pupil was almost yellowish.

I shot straight up from his arms. I couldn't believe I'd just done that. Not only did I fall into him at such a close proximity, but I'd also been totally enamored by him. I was acting like one of those customers of his at the Capitol. I mean, I technically was, once.

The memories of that night flashed in front of my eyes. Him and I lounging on that milky white couch in my living room. The penthouse bustling with noise around us. My parents nowhere to be seen, as tonight was my night to celebrate my sixteenth birthday with friends only. But I didn't care about a single friend at the moment. All that was on my mind was him. Leaning in towards me, his arm stretched over the couch as if to keep me from running away. Though it was clear I wasn't running away any time soon.

"Are you okay?"

Snapping back to reality, I remembered what had just happened. "S-sorry," I muttered as I stalked off towards my bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Finnick arose from the couch.

"To my bedroom," I answered bluntly. Do I need your permission?

"I was hoping we could talk."

I wasn't in the mood to devise strategies on how to win the Games at the moment. In fact, I wasn't even here to win. I just needed to kill this guy on live television for the whole country to see.

"Well then, I'm going to the bathroom." I gave him a sarcastically apologetic smile and left him there.

It was refreshing to use a fancy bathroom. Everything was spotlessly clean and comfortable. Just like how my old apartment was.

I flopped onto the blue floral printed sheets. It wasn't going to be a long ride, so I'd better enjoy the luxury of the bed now. It was shocking how quickly I was able to drift asleep.

After a while, I opened my eyes to find the bronze-haired man lying next to me, watching me as I'd slept. He smiled a handsome, winning smile at me, saying nothing.

"What are you doing here?" I furrowed my brow.

"You don't remember?" He laughed. "We slept together."

"What?" I threw the blanket off my torso. "No, we didn't. We never slept together. I told you no."

"Doesn't matter. What's done is already done."

For some reason, I knew he wasn't referring to us sleeping together, but something much more drastically life-changing. Or in this case, life-ruining.

I shook my head in denial. "No, no, no. You tricked me. You liar. You made me do it. It wasn't my fault. You took advantage of me."

He sat there silently beside me, watching as the dismissive words streamed endlessly from my mouth, but never seemed to succeed in hurting him. It was as if there was a barrier between him and I, and no matter what I said, he would never feel an ounce of remorse for what he'd done to me. My family. My father. The fake smile remained plastered on his face.

I woke up from the nightmare with dried trails of tears down my cheeks.