nightmare + f. odair✔

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Octavia Whether was shattered. Stepped on, thrown around, cleaned up after only to realize that all that was left were the pieces of something, someone, she once was.

Persia had stayed in the Capitol, apparently fighting from the inside. She didn't know if she was alive, or anything about what possible could've happened to her.

Ever since she had arrived in the presumed destroyed District Thirteen, she refused to leave Finnicks side unless they were bathing or he simply told her to go get some sleep in her room.

It didn't help that he sister was gone, that her former mentor and friend chose to stay in the Capital, or that she could do nothing about it.

It was night time, the hallways that usually bustled with nurses and doctors were empty, only the occasional footsteps passing by.

Finnick sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with a piece or rope as he tied and braided it. Octavia only curled up beside him, transfixed on what his hands were doing.

"Finnick. Octavia."

A voice spoke, firm and loud. Octavia flinched, catching Finnicks attention but shooting him an assured smile.

Finnick knew why she was here, and didn't bother with pleasentries.

"I wanted to go back for Peeta and Johanna. But I- I couldn't move."

Octavia reached out to grab his shoulder, sitting up as she rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

"They have Annie, and Adriana," Octavia stared at Katniss coldly, her eyes meeting the other brunettes fiery look.

"The- the Capitol took them," Finnick held back a small cry. Octavias heart broke for him, if it was even possible for it to break more.

"I wish they were dead. I wish they were all dead and we were too."

As selfish as it was, Octavia agreed with him.

This was a fate worse than death, this was a fate that made her suffer in the loss of not only her best friend, but her sister.

This was a fate that condemned her to the tragedy of living in a world that was now worse than how she'd entered it.

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"You need to sleep, Tave."

Her eyes opened quickly, and she picked her head up from where it had dropped forward.

"No- you need me, Finnick," she whispered, grabbing his hand.

They sat side by side on the bed, their backs against the wall. The silence was comfortable, and much needed.

"And you're no use to me half asleep," he attempted a smile, running a thumb over her hand.

"I- fine. Okay," she caved, leaning over and pressing her lips against his. A light pressure, a see you later.

She trudged out of the room, rubbing a hand over her face. She wore a green jumpsuit, which was apparently District Thirteen dress code. Her hair was in a loose pony tail, pieces falling out around her face and her baby hair sticking in odd directions.