unforgivable ➸ finnick odair

T H I R T Y

oh shit im back hello,,,,,, i don't really have an excuse, i just sorta ditched wattpad then returned then reread this fic and decided i should maybe start writing it again! lmfaoo this is definitely awful because i haven't written electra in so long but yeee we rolling with it. also skipping district six LMAO because i wanna get the victory tour part over and done with as fast as possible 

also if any details are inconsistent, just like... ignore it lmao i can't remember many details, and i'm calling creative license for a lot of things that are probably not like the victory tour was in canon

ALSO i like third person pov a lot more than first person so like... begone "i", it's "she"'s time to shine. sorry if this annoys you but it's what i'm more comfortable writing :)

What do you do, when someone you love dies?

Electra wrote the words in her notebook in careful, perfect cursive. She could feel the train moving underneath her, occasionally bumping up and down when it hit a stray rock or dent in the iron rails, and she could hear the quiet hum of conversation drifting from the dining room, where Desiree and Sean were. 

Heaving a sigh, she shifted her body so that she was sideways on the red couch, leaning her head against the plush armrest and closed her eyes, the overhanging light suddenly far too bright. She could feel a dull throbbing sensation in her head, a high-pitched ringing noise in her ears. Something hard dug into her thigh, and she reached down to pull her phone from her pocket, gripping it tightly in her hand. 

For some strange, indiscernible reason, she wanted to call Finnick. To do what, she didn't know. Talk, probably. It had surprised her, how... easy he was to talk to. For all his glitz and glamour, he was good at being quiet when she needed him to be - when she just needed to get all her thoughts out without any interruptions. They had an odd friendship, but he'd quickly carved out his own place in her life, and Electra found that she liked that place.

Of course, the guilt was still there, the voice hissing into her ear that she was betraying her sister by befriending her murderer, but while before that voice had been loud and overpowering, now she could block it out. Breeze had never been one to hold grudges - she believed in forgiveness and second chances. After all, she had died at twelve years of age; she had never faced the need to grow out of her naivete. Maybe she did in the arena, but Electra would never know, and quite frankly she didn't want to find out. She liked to remember her sister as the person she was before the games moulded her into someone else, someone different. The Breeze she had known would want her to forgive Finnick, so she did. She did, and then it was suddenly so easy to talk to him, laugh with him, just be in his presence without feeling some sort of righteous rage.

What do you do, when someone you love dies?

"We're approaching District Four, El." Electra opened her eyes to see Desiree leaning over her, a soft smile on her normally sharp, angular face. The younger victor let out a yawn and nodded, clambering off her comfortable spot on the couch and stretching. 

Sure enough, when she shifted the indigo curtains to look outside, she could see the beach; a sprawling expanse of soft white sand, the sparkling blue waves lapping gently against the edges. The sun made the surface of the sea shimmer in a way that was some different kind of beautiful, a kind she had never seen before. Electra had held a grudge against District Four for birthing Finnick Odair; now that the veil of hatred was lifted, she could fully appreciate the beauty of this place. District Four had an ethereal quality, a joyful aura around the place, and she couldn't help but smile.

Finnick had always waxed poetic about his home district whenever it came up in conversation. She'd always scoffed and said he was biased, but as their train rolled into the heart of District Four, Electra felt some strange pang of loss in her heart as the ocean faded out of view, obscured by the buildings. She could understand why Finnick always spoke of Four with a shine in his vibrant green eyes.