PART i
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THEY KNEW AS little about love as we do the ocean, its vast caverns like the lust-filled holes in the backs of our minds. What they called friendship is what we true love, yet what we call love is what they call hate.
Its funny how sometimes people hold their emotions a different way, each individual having their own pattern like the bolts of a thunderstorm; each one different yet each one the same. Hand against hand, mouth against mouth, and man against man. Yet when two individuals form the very beginning of a spark, its always ELECTRIC.
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ELECTRIC ⚛ FINNICK ODAIR
Fanfiction"their first glance didn't contain the average spark, theirs was electric" -- the 65th hunger games finnick odair x oc