When I was a kid, I grew up thinking that the world was full of pain; everyone got it, and everyone gave it. It made sense to me, so I went with it. Then, once I was forced to start school, I learned that was not the case. Some people didn't get pain. They would hit other kids and would not have anything done to them in return. They would go through life, hurting others, but would barely get even a hit back in return. Then, there were other people who would go through their whole life getting beat down, every turn they chose, even when they didn't deserve it. They wouldn't fight back, no, they couldn't fight back. So, they went through their whole life in misery. Or maybe, both groups went through their lives in misery. And I lived somewhere in both.

"Finnick pulled himself up in a stance and I threw my arms over his shoulders. His arms caught me, and I don't believe there has ever been a moment when we felt so strong, together. I probably say that a lot, don't I? That's because in the past few days, our love has never been so strong. Without the other we will cripple to our feet. At this moment, we stand strong." Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. The mad girl back home and the boy with the broken soul trying to reach to her. There is more story to them than Susan Collins' series The Hunger Games shows.

αη∂ тнєη αgαιη, ѕнє ωαѕ нιѕ.

And one day, your name didn't make me smile anymore. I don't even know how I feel about you anymore, it's like you're just another chapter in this novel that we call 'life'.