(I don't own the Hunger Games. Please enjoy this little one shot.)
Fake, fake, fake. Everything is fake. Nothing has been real since he left. He ripped a piece of my heart away and drowned it. He was my everything, my joy, my hope, my one and only comfort. He left me by myself, a weak little girl with no mind. The world will keep spinning, but I will be left far behind. He was the hand pulling me through the darkness. He won't come back.
Fake, fake, fake. Everything is fake. The colors of flowers aren't real anymore. There are no real colors. I won't wear pink, orange, red, yellow, or purple. Real colors are blue and green. The colors that his eyes reflected when we would sit side by side on our beach, savoring each other's presence, that's what blue and green are.
Fake, fake, fake. Everything is fake. The "comforting words" that everyone says to me are fake and full of unreal pity. They have the people that they love. I don't. They don't understand what I say. I wish they could turn around and open up their ears, maybe listen to me for once! However, they never do.
Fake, fake, fake. Everything is fake. It's all been fake since he left me. He won't ever come back to wrap his arms around me, to tell me that he loves me, and be my crutch. I will never see the real light of day again.
Fake, fake, fake. Everything is fake. I can't tell anyone how this feels. It's... indescribable sadness... and a ball of darkness shelling my heart. I will never love anybody again.
Not as long as my Finnick Odair is gone.
(That's all. I hope it was good. Constructive criticism is welcome!)