"grief clung to her like an old, itchy, faded, ill-fitting, hand-me-down dress" - Amanda Lovelace In which a boy falls in love with the broken girl that everyone talks about. currently rewriting. DISCLAIMER I do not own the hunger games series or any of the characters from the books. I do not own Finnick or his story, I only own the part of the plot that I have made up and Emily. I own some other characters too like Lilly, Grace and Layla. Everything else belongs to the wonderful Suzanne Collins.

"I won already! Why do I have to go back?" I shouted. Finnick stared at me "I'm sorry. I know you've lost so much to these games, but you can't let the Capitol know how you feel. You know what you mean to them." He paused "But just remember, you mean so much more to me. " He said, his sea-green eyes staring into mine. He grabbed my face "Don't let anyone else say they love you more I do" Before he smashed his lips onto mine. Probably discontinued, might be updated at some point, not too sure though.

❝Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.❞ [catching fire and so forth] © 2016 sleepdeprived all rights reserved. #1 in the hungergames tag (thank you my loves xx)