A/N- This was truly a random fanfiction. I was at my sister's soccer game, listening to my iPod, texting a friend, and reading Mockingjay, when suddenly, I thought, "FIGGY SONFIC!"

Figgy is so wrong, it's almost right. Almost.

This is post-FANG, from Fang's point of view. By the way, please let me vent my combined anger and happiness at Mockingjay, the last book of The Hunger Games. I need to let it out somewhere. If you haven't read the book yet, just skip the next paragraph, kay?

Finnick should not have died! Look at page 79 and tell me he is not awesome! Also, say Finnick out loud. Sounds like F-Nick, right? More awesomeness! And Gale is just plain cruel, it's not right. And Peeta Bread is just…OOC. But I guess he's supposed to be. President Coin is manipulative, Snow is creepy, and Prim deserves to live. Like Rue, it was evil to kill her. And who did the bombing on the children at the Capitol anyway? I can't tell…

So, basically, I loved it. If you don't have this book, go buy it. You will thank me!

This is very cheesy and corny and soap opera-ish. Don't complain about how overly dramatic it is; I did it up on purpose. Heehee, Figgy is so wrong…

That pretty much concludes my ridiculously long A/N for such a tiny oneshot.

The Forbidden, Sick, and Twisted Love of Figgy

I can't believe I just pulled that off.

I was camped out in the mountains, a good couple hours away from the Flock. I had just told my biggest lie ever, but I just couldn't take the strain anymore.

I left a note saying I was leaving because of my love for Max. Really, it was my love for Iggy. I couldn't lie to Max anymore, about loving her. Iggy was the one for me.

I miss those blue eyes

How you kiss me at night

I miss the way we sleep

At night, I'd usually try to get away from Max. Escape to Iggy's sleeping bag. His kisses tasted like chocolate. I loved chocolate.

Like there's no sunrise

Like the taste of your smile

I miss the way we breathe

His smile could keep me going all day. Iggy was so optimistic, even if he was blind. He was talented and caring.

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

Sure, Iggy and I had had a few make-out sessions, but I never told him I loved him. I didn't have the guts to, not when Max thought I loved her. How blind was she anyway?

And now,

I miss everything about you

Can't believe that I still want you

And after all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you

God, I missed Iggy so much. His optimism, his sarcasm, his humor. The way he has with explosives, the joy I saw on his face when he discovered he could see white, or when he started to feel colors. His warm arms.

I see your blue eyes

Everytime I close mine

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to

When I'm not around you

It's like I'm alone with me

His bright blue eyes were so piercing and full of life, even if he couldn't see through them. He somehow stared right into your eyes, looking straight into your soul without sight. Iggy didn't even need it. He was more him blind. More personality.

I needed Iggy to much. I was going to go back. I was going to admit to Max that I didn't really love her, that I never did. Then I'd tell Iggy I loved him. Tell the truth that I had kept from even Angel. We had been careful.

I stood up straight, shouldering my backpack. I was going back, to the warm arms of Iggy, my one and only true love.