‧₊˚✧「 thalassophile - a lover of the sea, someone who loves the sea/ocean. 」
"why do you have to be such a thalassophile?" she asks.
"a what?" he says, and she rolls her eyes.
"never mind."
ophelia won the 66th hunger games when she was 15, but sh...
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"Look at you two love birds." Johanna mocked and pulled the brunette away from Finnick. "We need to go, now."
Katniss follows Johanna and Opheila as they start to walk, a sicking feeling washes over the girl. She looks back to Beetee, Finnick, and Peeta. Something wasn't right. "Come on, i wanna put as much distance from me and this beach possible. Frying is not how i wanna go." She tries to smile.
"There's somet-" Katniss mutters stopping, she pulls the coil and it snaps; causing her to fall back. "Kat-?" Ophelia was hit in the head by some hard object and she fell to the ground, her eyes filled with black spots. There was a thump next to her and a groan, it was Katniss.
"I'm sorry, Felia." To the girl, her voice sounded like mush. A scream escaped her lips as something cut into her arm, blood dripped down her skin as Johanna cut the tracker out.
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She felt a breeze and knew Johanna had ran away, she had never felt so betrayed. Joe was her friends and here she was; on the ground, in a pool of blood, left to die. She wanted to scream again but felt no words come out of her throat. Her body ached and the brunette wanted nothing more than to die.
"Ophelia," Someone whispered and her eyes fluttered open, Katniss stood over her limp body.
"I-I," The girl stopped herself, maybe she was thinking she should leave her there to die or maybe she was thinking how she could save her. The Twenty three-year old didn't know, she couldn't read minds, though she wish she could.
"I'll be back." She tries to grab her hand to stop her from going but she was already gone. Ophelia sits up, the world around her spinning. She had to get to Finnick, she couldn't trust Johanna or Katniss. She stands and her legs give out making her fall to the dirt. A cannon goes off and she gasps.
"Finnick!" She shouts but it comes out as a whisper. She was dying; she was sure of it. She starts to shake as images fill her mind.
Pipers body limp on the ground with an arrow in his heart.
Finnicks dead body, Johanna's axe in his back.
She had nothing to live for anymore, maybe she should die. It would be for the best.
A loud boom fills the Arena and she looks up to the sky, sparks flew down onto her, the force field around the jungle broke. Smoke fills her lungs as fire surrounds her.
A hovercraft flies above her, making her ears ring. She closes her eyes again and takes a deep breath. Snow can't get to me, if I'm already dead.
