a/n 1. this is for coffee, because she loves the hunger games.
jamesiijohanna . wind
He's twenty-nine and has been dubbed 'mentally disturbed' -— doctors' speak for 'fucked up', he knows.
He's a little mad, but he's not crazy, despite what they say. He just has memories that don't fit the time-stream that he's in, is all. He's full of conflicting feelings and everybody knows that he doesn't quite belong -— he's almost an anachronism of a sort.
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And then she, well, she's absolutely fucking crazy. she's full of pain, and lies, and never-ending conspiracy theories. Nobody has any recollection of her being, no memories where she features, no stories in which hers entwines.
Except his.
He has this feeling that he knows her and it's kind of like déjà vu except not, because he doesn't ever feel like he's seen this girl cowering on the corner screaming about governments and games of killing before, but she stirs a memory within him, of a girl with proud eyes and the wind in her hair and a fierce determination to never yield and to always stand tall and he has this idea that her name is Johanna and-
They all say he's mad, for thinking he remembers things that have never happened in human record. They all deem him crazy for imagining this girl to be fierce and honest and unyielding and passionate.
And maybe if believing in the possibility of other worlds is mad, if believing in other versions of themselves is crazy, if remembering another him and her is mentally disturbed -
maybe he is a little fucked up.
a/n 2. please leave a review, and definitely no favourites without reviewing, thank you.