You never realise how much you had till it has gone. Peeta was most surely gone, he hated her now. She never had chance to return his affections, maybe it takes a disaster for her to realise the truth. She was like that, she only realised what she truly wanted when it was too late. But maybe this time was d...ifferent. Maybe this time she wouldn't need to broken to know how to be fixed.
She had always been one that never felt comfortable confiding in another, in a world where one wrong move could cost you your life she hadn't been quick to tell her secrets. In District 13 she was still no stranger to this feeling, but her time in the arena had gained her a friend, an ally, who was in the same boat as her - waiting, not knowing, helpless, used. Over time they had begun to seek solace in each other, two broken people together having no idea how to begin mending. But maybe the answer was in each other.
At first she had been wary of Finnick, he had appeared to be a Capitol toy, all bravado and no personality. It didn't take her long to realise she was just like him, after all, isn't every tribute a Capitol toy? Used as entertainment until they ended up dead or living only in flesh, all scrap of humanity burnt away. They made sure that the arena left its scar. A scar that could never heal. She was sure she would never heal.
And yet she almost felt like the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, a hand had grasped hers to help her guide the way. She had never expected that hand to be Finnick's. Maybe they were drawn to the broken parts of each other, the pain that they shared, the burden that they carried. Maybe she didn't want a publicity stunt, maybe she didn't want a fancy wedding, maybe she didn't want any of that. Maybe she wanted love.
Maybe, just maybe, they could be fixed.
