Finnick
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions. Oh let's go back to the start.
When I look back at my life, I see it in bits and pieces all working together to make a bigger picture. I remember being a young boy, bright eyed and wonderous about the world. And then a teenager, thrust into a world I couldn't figure out. One that glistened and fascinated me before I knew it. I remember growing up, much more quickly than I would have wanted to. I remember being a murderer, a whore, and other words so despicable that I can't even name them. And then I remember the light of my life. A mess of dark hair and sea green eyes. I remember the first smile she graced me with, how she left me breathless without even knowing it. I remember being so confused, so lost and then all at once so in love. We were not meant to be together. We were two catastrophic pieces that somehow fused together out of the control of those who tried so hard to keep us apart. And I never, ever thought that we could have a sort of life together like the one she seemed to dream of. For me, it was impossible. And yet, I got a glimpse of it. A small sliver of taste that reminded me what I was fighting for in the first place. Except this time..this time it had hope. And as I lie here, this is the memory that makes the excruciating pain go away. This is the memory that makes the poisonous bites of the mutts go away and I am again standing at the seaside.
For now, all I can do is wait for my love to join me.
Annie
I was just guessing at numbers and figures. Pulling the puzzles apart. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, oh and I rush to the start.
I knew. I knew everything, from the moment his hand touched mine. Somehow, I realized that we would make it out. It was what anchored me in the sea of madness. When they yelled and hit and screamed, I could block it out for moments at a time. Because I knew that one day I would see the man whom had been so gentle to me. Who had called me back again and again and again, because for some reason...he needed me too. We were two stars living in a completely different universe from the others. His star, well, truth be told it burned brighter than mine ever would. But still, he held onto me. Kept me from burning out at those moments when letting go seemed easiest. Kept me from remembering those I lost, those who couldn't bare the sound of my name. And he protected me. From the evil hands of fate, from death, from whatever it was he could. He did this and he fought. Fought to have a life with me. A life that we enjoyed so briefly. Yes, I knew then and I know now as I feel the flutter of life under my hands. Some say it's too early, but I know. I know that part of him lives in me. A part he does not yet know about. A part untouched by the cruelty of our world. Perhaps one day this will be over, we will win and my fantasies will not be just embedded in my brain. Perhaps.
For now, all I can do is wait for my love to come back.