𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 | THE HUNGER GAMES

twenty two

Twenty-two

Finnick

My world had been shattered and torn up and she had spent all the time she knew me, fixing it. Piece by piece. And last night had healed a chunk of it. The scars were still there but the pain had dulled considerably. I had woken up to her snuggled against me and everything in me that would have otherwise protested to get a early start to the day shut up and I had allowed myself to fall back asleep with her familiar warmth of her against me.

And when we had woken up, she had told me that I needed to leave and she had let me kiss her goodbye. I had made my way to the roof and stayed there until an avox had come looking for me. I had a clear view of the building where victors usually lived during the games or their visits to the capitol. A clear view of the roof where I had first met Kamari. The first moment I had fell so hopelessly in love with her.

The ride to the arena had made me feel like I was 14 again. And I hated it. I tried to find Kamari but after spending the entire ride trying to, I convinced myself that she was in the other hovercraft. I was sure I had caught a glimpse of her but I had to shut myself down as I prepared myself in the empty room.

In my head I ran through the list of things I needed to do. Things I needed to remember. And when the announcement came, I stepped onto the plate and allowed myself to be lifted into the arena. The child in me felt hopeless as the transparent glass closed around me. Something in me scared, rather terrified. But in the end, I pressed myself to be hopeful.

All of this will be over soon.