Cordelia Benham a 16 year old girl gets reaped into the Hunger Games. Cordelia was left to fend for herself and her little siblings when both her parents died.
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"That's Cordelia Benham and Finnick Odair right?" ┊"Yes, She won he games at 16 in...
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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
-𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝(𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎)
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I'm sitting on my bed, twirling the engagement ring around on my hand, inspecting every surface of it. The sight of the ring brings a warm feeling in my heart. This has been my routine for the past two nights since Finnick gave me it back.
As for how I'm feeling, I'm feeling great! That's only half the truth. I am slowly piecing together the memories that were tainted and the ones that haven't. It seems as if these movies that Plutarch is helping, but slowly I'm dying on the inside.
I haven't seen Finnick since the night in my room and it's as if my body needs to see him to function. I keep begging Plutarch and Cody. At this point I'm begging anyone who will listen.
It's like they don't think I am able to sit in a room with him alone again. I can! I will! They just need to trust me more. I'm not going to be like Peeta. We all know how my episodes work and it's not by attacking.
For all I know maybe that's why I haven't seen or been near a dagger since I've been here. I do tend to threaten people a lot. But they have to realize that that was before I was injected with that blasted tracker jacker venom. I've always been a crazy bitch.
A knock on the door stops my tiny rant inside my head that I now realize was being spoken into the world in tiny whispers. I look up from the ring in my palm to see Cody walking in with more paints and a glass of water for me to dip the paintbrushes in.
"Well thank you my dear Coconut." I say, grabbing the paints from him while standing up. "I was running low on paint."
"Coconut?" He asks.
"Yes," I say, turning around. "I'm going to crack your head open like a coconut if you don't let me have a conversation with my fiance!"
"Woah, kiddo." He says, chucking and holding his hands up in defense. "Don't need to get so violent now do we? Listen, Kiddo, I've been trying to get your fiance in here since the last time you two talked, but there is a bigger man on the outside who has more say than I do." He nods his head to the outside.
