❝There is this boy that I love. He is a little bit damage, a little bit broken, he is a beautiful disaster... Just like me.❝
❝She's the girl who is hard to get along with. She overthinks a lot. She's a ticking time bomb. She's nervous and spontaneou...
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𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 (𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 12 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌 11)
Even in the dark, I manage to see her confused seaweed green eyes. Why would she go that far out if she can't swim? I grab her arm and swim as fast as I can to the top. The current mixed with my swift swimming gets us to land fast. When I make it to swallow water I notice that the girl isn't breathing. Her body lays lifeless in my arms as I fight through the water.
I lay her on the sand and begin to pump her heart. I have seen my father do it a few times but I never tried it before. I blow air into her lungs desperate to make this girl survive. I switch through the two, pumping her heart and blowing air into her lungs. A few minutes past and I begin to feel hopeless. How I just wish to see those seaweed green eyes one more time.
I see her eyelashes flutter a bit and I know that she's not dead. She coughs up the water and gasps for air. Her wet hair covers her face and her green eyes fill with terror and wary. She looks at me meeting her eyes with mine. "You're welcome seaweed girl, I just saved your life," I smile. "You should stay away from the deep parts if you can't swim."
"I can swim." She hisses while sitting up. I grab my towel and put it around her. At first, she shakes her head not wanting the towel, but her body is too cold so she decides to takes it.
"So what's your name? I'm Finnick," I say, fiddling with some of the sand between my toes.
"You don't need to know my name," she spits, hugging the towel tighter. Even when I saved her life I could see the untrusted and cautious look in her eyes. She didn't even want to tell me her name, why?
"If you can swim, why didn't you swim to the surface? The waves weren't even that big," I ask puzzled over her.
"I felt frozen like I couldn't move," she says warily to give even that much information about herself.
"That's never happened to me before, can you explain?" I ask lamely.
"Well, I thought about something, and my body kind of reacted like I was in that situation. Does that make any sense?" She asks. I nod then ask her, "What were you thinking about?"
She looks down at the sand uncomfortable talking about her thoughts.
"It won't make sense," she says.
"It might."
"I just don't feel comfortable talking about it, okay!" She says irritated. For some reason embarrassment and anger rise inside me. I saved her life but she can't give me this little information about her?
