God, please don't save me
I left the building; I couldn't be in there any longer. It was constricting me, making me eccedentesiast. It was torture.
I went back to the meadow. I sat in the same spot. I stared at the same trees. I cried the same tears.
Me, a 17-year-old boy, crying under a tree in a public place. That was how it was; I never one to cry in private. I felt weak and vulnerable if I did, no one would know the real me.
"Finnick Jaymes Clark! Why do you do this to yourself?" Andromeda cooed, wiping some tears from my eyes.
"I miss her. I miss her so much." I blinked, and more tears fell, but she wiped them away before they made it down my face.
"I know you do, Fin, I understand. I miss her too."
My heart rate rose slightly.
This wasn't right. It should be flipped. I shouldn't be the one crying, but I didn't want her to cry either.
"Finnick Jaymes-" a voice called.
"Can you hear me, son? It's mama, please wake up."
"I can still hear her voice." I sighed. Andromeda half-smiled. "I sometimes hear my grandpa's voice. I understand how you feel Fin."
"I wish I could stop time. I'd freeze it to when my mother was happy, smiling, and not sick." I dreamt out loud. She chuckled and brushed her fingers through my hair. "I'd take a photo and frame it, it would be my happy place memory." I continued. She hummed in response.
"If I had the opportunity to freeze time, I'd freeze it when my parents were still together." Andromeda said she didn't want me to feel sorry for her parent's divorce. She told me she was fine, it mas more than fifteen years ago and she doesn't remember her dad.
I wasn't the one.
