Time does not heal. Not in or of itself. Time dulls the sharp stabs into throbs, as familiar as a heartbeat. And we ourselves protect our wounds with scars, perhaps to keep our sanity. Layer after layer. But the pain is never, truly gone.
A Fading Light
Prologue:
Time was Annie's only enemy. Time made Finnick's scent fade. The smell of the gentle breeze carried on a placid day at the beach, mixed with the slight bit of the sea. She clings on his blankets, gathers his clothes, everything he touched, hoping to draw in a remnant of his smell. And, if she catches it, she, for a fleeting moment, is back with Finnick, dangling their legs across the harbor, burying herself in the safety and warmth of his chest.
Time made Finnick's voice a distant echo in the background. It muted the way he said her name with a grin lighting up his face.
Time made the weight of his body disappear from her arms, no matter how desperately she grasped, like a mist drifting out to the sea. She no longer felt the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the very weight that had grounded her.
Time was Annie's only enemy.
But…
Time was all Annie had left.
The next few chapters will definitely be much longer than this, I just wanted to try it out and see if I should continue. I plan on having the next few chapters center around her Reaping and the Games, and later on Finnick. Please leave a review or follow so I know to continue writing! I genuinely appreciate each and every review and fav/follow I receive :) Thanks for reading !