"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart."
Every victor of the Hunger Games has been a mentor to the tributes of their district , preparing them for a fight to the death. Having Finnick Odair as a mentor had...
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*third person POV*
"I love you, little bambi."
The victor sits inside his assigned room at the Tribute Centre, his home in Four still locked and deserted as it had been since the start of the games. Her white cotton pyjama set that she'd worn in her last day before the arena lay on his floor , catching dust as he had not been able to bring himself to move them - they were a reminder that she was real , that the pain he was feeling was for a reason.
He lays on his bed , the space where she had sat playing with his hands no less than three weeks ago idly laughing with him as if there was no corruption, no evil and nothing that could take her away from him.
Watching her had been excruciating - but the letter was temporary relief. Knowing that she knew he was looking out for her , it put the burn in his chest on hold for a few moments as he watched her smile at his penmanship.
But the pain he felt for her right now , as the midday sun hit the tops of the buildings in the Capital, was indescribable.
The whole country had watched her lose a brother, he had to watch his two tributes cluth one another as death loomed over them and threatened their very existence, then watch it take one's life and the will of the other.
Watching Tiernan die, he felt as though he had been watching his former self go with him. The young boy , optomistic until the end, as he clutched her hand when death swept over him had been reminicent of the victor , close to death in his own games. So as he watched the life drain from Tiernan's eyes , he felt the pain in his chest double.
There were six tributes left, the chances of losing her too were getting bigger.
Finnick Odair knew loss too well.
He didn't expect to get so attatched to Orla so quickly, but he had. He found himself gravitating toward her , making an effort to be around her. She put a warm and safe feeling in his stomach. And safe was a feeling that Finnick hadn't felt in a very long time
Every screen inside his apartment was filled with the face of his girl, all homes had mandatory viewing. He couldn't ecaspe her eyes, his own ocean reflected in hers, or her sweet face , distorted with pain and suffering.
Finnick could see her all over his temporary home; in his bathroom , where he'd taken every pearl off of her face after the parade, or in his room where they kissed one another like they'd dissapear- then she did.
He really didn't know to explain it, but in ten days with Orla he had felt more than anything in his last ten years with Capital woman.
And in that moment he realised,
he was in love with Orla O'Conner.
*Orla's POV*
My chest heaves with empty sobs, and my eyes sting as they try to produce more tears. I wander, at some points blindly, through the woods hoping to find the familiar cave with my previous camp mates still in it. Tiernan is dead. Tiernan is dead.
