Hope.
That's what Finnick gave me. Hope of recovery; of being normal again. Sure, I may be a little damaged but that doesn't mean I'm that much differnt then anyone else. He could see that. He could heal me.
Maybe not in the bgegining. Oh no, in the beginning he looked at me just as everyone else did.
'Oh god. That weird girl is looking at me agian.'
I'm sure that thought crossed his mind a few times but it was hard not to look at him. He was so dreamy, so perfect, so... out of my league. Sure, he put on a certain apperence but I could see right threw him. Deep down inside his aura was different. He wasn't the seductive, cocky bastard the capital made him seem like. he was kind, loving,
full of hopes and dreams of his own.
He may not have loved me at first, but I crept up on him. I didn't know I could care for someone as deeply as I care for Finnick, especilly in times such as these.
Forever. That's what he promised me. I can't help but laugh at the simple truth that I actually believed him. A promise broken is a promise well kept. That's the way I see it.
It's not in human nature to keep a promise just like every human lies, cries, hurts, dreams, hopes.. I don't blame him for breaking his promise. I don't want to be here either but the child I hold in my arms still keeps me here. I just wish I could have told him goodbye; that I love him more than my own life and I will never love another. That's another thing all human beings do: wish.
Can he still here me? I wonder...
Finnick? Finnick can you hear me? Can you? Come back.. I need you. Finnick! I.. I love you..
I still think this is just a dream. No.. not a dream, a nightmare. A world without Finnick isn't a world at all; its a living hell. As I lay in my cold, empty bed I stare at the spot his body should lie and close my eyes.
No matter how I fight it, I dream, but dreams turn to nightmares and nightmares turn to screams and screams turn to sobs that shake my fragile form awake, bringing back the reality that there is nobody there to hold me. Finnick is gone. I'll never see him again.
Yet, still I dream he'll come to me; that we will live the years together. I imagine that one day I'll wake up and he'll be lying there, his bronze hair hanging in his face, the sunlight hitting it just enough to make it shine. I would be able to reach out and touch him, to hear the steady drum of his heart, see the rise and fall of his chest,
see the soft look in his eyes as he scoots himself There are, of course, dreams that can not be aswell as storms we can not weather.
I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm livng. It's so different now than what it seemed...
My name is Annie Odair and life has killed the dream I dreamed.
That's what Finnick gave me. Hope of recovery; of being normal again. Sure, I may be a little damaged but that doesn't mean I'm that much differnt then anyone else. He could see that. He could heal me.
Maybe not in the bgegining. Oh no, in the beginning he looked at me just as everyone else did.
'Oh god. That weird girl is looking at me agian.'
I'm sure that thought crossed his mind a few times but it was hard not to look at him. He was so dreamy, so perfect, so... out of my league. Sure, he put on a certain apperence but I could see right threw him. Deep down inside his aura was different. He wasn't the seductive, cocky bastard the capital made him seem like. he was kind, loving,
full of hopes and dreams of his own.
He may not have loved me at first, but I crept up on him. I didn't know I could care for someone as deeply as I care for Finnick, especilly in times such as these.
Forever. That's what he promised me. I can't help but laugh at the simple truth that I actually believed him. A promise broken is a promise well kept. That's the way I see it.
It's not in human nature to keep a promise just like every human lies, cries, hurts, dreams, hopes.. I don't blame him for breaking his promise. I don't want to be here either but the child I hold in my arms still keeps me here. I just wish I could have told him goodbye; that I love him more than my own life and I will never love another. That's another thing all human beings do: wish.
Can he still here me? I wonder...
Finnick? Finnick can you hear me? Can you? Come back.. I need you. Finnick! I.. I love you..
I still think this is just a dream. No.. not a dream, a nightmare. A world without Finnick isn't a world at all; its a living hell. As I lay in my cold, empty bed I stare at the spot his body should lie and close my eyes.
No matter how I fight it, I dream, but dreams turn to nightmares and nightmares turn to screams and screams turn to sobs that shake my fragile form awake, bringing back the reality that there is nobody there to hold me. Finnick is gone. I'll never see him again.
Yet, still I dream he'll come to me; that we will live the years together. I imagine that one day I'll wake up and he'll be lying there, his bronze hair hanging in his face, the sunlight hitting it just enough to make it shine. I would be able to reach out and touch him, to hear the steady drum of his heart, see the rise and fall of his chest,
see the soft look in his eyes as he scoots himself There are, of course, dreams that can not be aswell as storms we can not weather.
I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm livng. It's so different now than what it seemed...
My name is Annie Odair and life has killed the dream I dreamed.