Ricochet ~ A Finnick Odair X reader

𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 "𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏"

They didn't erase me-just rewrote the parts that mattered. Rewired my instincts, reshaped my grief, turned love into a scar I couldn't name. They took his face and stitched it into every nightmare, fed me lies sweet enough to swallow. I learned to flinch when I heard his name. I learned to survive without him.

And still... something stayed. A breath caught in my throat. A silence that never felt like peace.

Now, I see him again. And everything in me fractures.

Not because I remember-but because I want to.

I don't know if I'm the weapon or the wound. I don't know if he's my salvation or my undoing. I only know that this war isn't fought on battlefields anymore-it's inside me, behind my ribs, where truth and memory tear each other apart.

They trained me to hate him. They never taught me what to do if I didn't want to.

This is the aftermath. The ache. The sharp edge of almost remembering.

And every step I take now, every breath, every hesitation-
It all comes back, cruel and sudden, like a bullet I never meant to fire.

And by the time I realize who it's hit-
It's already ricochet.

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