𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 - sonnet alcott must experience the hunger games again but this time, finnick odair is there with her.
the hunger games: catching fire
fem oc x finnick odair
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Tears always make me think of my mother. When I was eight years old, it was thundering outside, the kind of storm that shakes your floor and sends shudders rattling up your spine. Rain crept its way through the cracks in my ceiling, and the icy water dripped down to make a small puddle in my bed. With each flash of lightning, I would flee deeper beneath the safety of my blankets while squeezing my eyes shut. The more the thunder boomed, the more tears trickled down my filthy face.
Then, my mother found me, huddled in a cocoon of sheets, trying to block out the sound of nature. She was like an angel in the night with her gorgeous curly hair and dainty walk. She whisked me up into her arms and sung me sweet melodies. The thunder echoed away into the foreground until it was just her lovely voice drifting me off into the land of peace. The hot tears still fell but a smile was at my lips.
She always told me that I was the greatest melody ever gifted to her. Sonnet, as beautiful and sweet as a song.
Now she is gone. The memory emerges as I sob into Finnick's chest. I feel the presence of his own tears in my hairline. The games have left a permanent scar on both of our minds, and the thought of being forced into that arena again, faced with the choice of murder, sends me into hysterics.
I don't know what to feel. I don't know what to think. I clutch onto Finnick's shirt, balling up the fabric into my fist. Is that really what they wrote on the card almost a century ago, or is this just an excuse to get rid of the girl on fire?
The victors in the other districts have become some of my close friends over the years of mentoring, and now I must kill them. I know I will be able to if it really came down to it. I've survived this long, maybe I have enough fight to keep going. And somehow, I know Finnick will too. I also know for a fact that he'd do anything to preserve my life in the arena. It terrifies me to think of the chance that it could be just Finnick and I left, faced with the decision of who to die. Me or him...
