Limitless.
Rating: K
Pairings: Katniss/Peeta. AU.
Summary: In that moment, life seems almost limitless. Almost.
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Limitless- adj. without end, limit or boundary.
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Confined.
It's the first word that comes to mind as you wake up each day in this concrete jungle.
Skyscrapers towering above you, looming over you, like a playground bully taunting its victim. The smog chokes you, hanging above the skyline, shackling the endless blue sky. You are living in a cage, albeit abundant with material comfort, but a confinement nonetheless.
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You are running. Your legs, pumping fast, threaten to give in, and your lungs are desperate for a clean breath.
You have been running too long.
The crowd around you thunders; familiar faces contorted into unfamiliar emotions. They spur you on, so you run- you run for your life.
You choke on the oxygen your body so wretchedly craves, and you immediately register the stench of roses: you almost allow yourself to give in. Almost. But a firm hand thrusts you forward; you trip over your feet, and claw at the air in front of you, yearning for an end, crying for it to stop, your voice hoarse and breaking.
Nobody, nothing, comes to your aid.
So you keep running, running.
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Your calloused hands mindlessly grasp at the solid concrete, seeking an anchor to ground you in reality. You are holding on by a thread, your soul gently dipping into the great abyss, lying gaping below you.
Then you feel it: the tender hand, caressing your hands. He sits next to you, shoulder timidly brushing yours.
It's over.
The barricades fall, and all your tears come rushing out. All the pain, the anxiety, the crushing weight on your shoulders, is lifted. - Because he is there. His sturdy shoulders support you, his beautiful blue eyes comfort you, and simply his presence soothes you.
Your dandelion in the spring, your only flash of hope when everything becomes too much: Peeta.
He threads his fingers through yours, and wraps another around your deep, dark hair.
In that moment, life seems almost limitless.
Almost.
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