AN: A Finnick and Annie drabble. I always liked to think that even if we are broken, we are all still angels and will always find a way to be with the ones we love. Sorry, getting a little emotional here. Without further ado, I present!
Angels
They are angels.
Over-glorified, enslaved, examples of the capital.
If only they knew that her wings were really broken.
And that his were less than clean.
But they are angels. And angels are always together in the end.
Right?
They are in love.
It lights up the darkest corner when their hands brush, it is sweet and gentle and oh-so perfect.
But there are dark forces keeping them apart.
Don't worry, they'll be alright.
Because they are angels, and angels are always together in the end.
Right?
He is gone, departed, no longer of this world.
She wishes she could fly off and join him.
But then she remembers her swollen belly.
And remember?
Her wings are broken.
She doesn't realize that they are angels, and angels are always together in the end.
Right?
She is standing by the sea when she finally smiles.
Why?
She finally, finally, realizes that they are angels, and angels are always together in the end.
Right?
He is in the sky, she is on earth.
For now, they are separate.
But they'll be alright.
Because someday, she'll join him.
Because they are angels in love, and everyone knows that angels are always together in the end.
Right?
Right.
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