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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HIS LIPS ARE THERE, until with a slight falter, they're gone. Without a touch to mine. He steps away, my fingers slipping from their position behind his head. The absence of his hands is so noticeable that it makes me momentarily puzzled before the recognition washes over me that the intimate moment has now passed. Finnick stares at me, his eyes now full of dejection instead of the previous adoration.
"What is it?" I whisper, my hand moving up to his ear to brush away the stray hairs. He turns his head away from my touch, producing a painful pang in my heart.
"Nothing, I can't do this. I have to go," he says quickly. I call out his name, chasing him down the hallways desperately, wishing he'd come back and love me again. My high heels prove to be an obstacle, and my ankle rolls uncomfortably to the left, making me crash clumsily to the velvet carpet. Finnick doesn't turn back around. I'm left alone on the floor to unclip my shoes in solitude.
What did I do wrong? I replay the scenario through my mind constantly while I tug my silver shoes off my feet. He seemed so delighted, and he was even the one who drew me in nearer to his body. As much as I try not to, I begin to cry like a pathetic child. The pain in my ankle begins to reside, but it's only replaced by the agony in my heart. Tears are no help to me anymore, and my eye makeup smears messily into the palms of my already tainted hands, my face already itching.
Of course, I'm overreacting. It's so hard to get a taste of something that you knew you never had in the first place. His caramel scent was so brainwashing, that for a moment there, I thought that our lips would finally meet. It was all just an accident, according to Finnick's response.
When I finally drag myself up off the floor, my foot is only a little sore. I'm thankful since arriving into the arena with a twisted ankle would not be good for my survival plan. I avoid the hallway that goes past Finnick's room and take the longer route to circle to my own. If Phaedra shows her face tonight, her bubbly expression will be torn straight off with the heels of my shoes.
