Summary: We're never really finished with anything. We just keep going. When we finish a job, we don't stop there. We continue forward. There's never an end- just a new beginning. To some people, we're living a life filled with never ending happiness. A life that everyone else would be jealous of, but in reality, we're still getting there.- Modern Day AU. Rated T, may change later.
Author's Note: Writing fanfiction is entirely new to me, so please try to be kind and go easy on me. This is the first story I've ever written. I don't know if I should continue this, but here's a glimpse of my new fic "Getting There". The rest of the chapters won't be as short as this one. I just really wanted to test the waters and see if you guys might like it. Feel free to review and kindly criticize my work.
And no. This story has nothing to do with the 2002 film with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen.
I own nothing but this plot.
Katniss
Present
My head is spinning. My eyes are the size of the sun. The loose hair that fell out of my braid is sticking to my neck- held in place with sweat. I hold on to the first thing I touch, which is a scorching pot of coffee. I yank my hand off the pot, not looking away from his beautiful, blue eyes.
I must be having a hallucination.
He's standing in front of me, staring at me like I'm a ghost.
He's standing in front of me.
He's standing.
The blonde hair is still curly, but longer than the last time I saw him. He's wearing a white shirt that shows off his toned chest and muscles. He gives off an illusion of a normal 22 year old, but the way he walks is an entirely different story. He's limping -just slightly- towards the counter, still looking deep in my soul with those crystal-like orbs that he calls eyes.
I'm holding in my breath, waiting for him to lash out on me for leaving him all those years ago.
I wait.
Centuries- which were really seconds- fly by.
He doesn't say anything.
I hope I didn't mistake this person as someone else because without a warning, I gasp out, "Peeta."