The eyes are the doors to the soul.
Just let me in.
"Hey, Annie. Do you need anything?" I asked softly. Annie stared at the blue walls of her bedroom. She had been so far off after the games. I could tell that it'd be a while before she healed. Mags was downstairs, packing Annie's things for her victory tour. A flicker of pain rippled across Annie's face.
"I don't want to go on the tour." She said firmly. I understood. I had been in her shoes once. It was scary to face twenty-three families who mourned for their lost children.
"Don't worry, Annie, Mags and I will be there with you. It'll all be over in a few days." Annie stood up and paced her room.
"Annie, Finnick, we're leaving in ten minutes!" shouted Annie's stylist, Jeremiah. Annie covered her ears with her hands and sat on the floor. Her rusty auburn hair fell over her shoulders in waves, almost as if they were a fiery waterfall. She had been quiet before the games, but this? This was… scary. She was losing grip on reality. I went over to sit with her.
"They're going to hate me, Finnick! They'll throw rocks and… and they'll kill me!" she whispered. Do something, Finnick, you idiot!
"Shh, shh, it's okay, I promise! You only have to give a short speech and go back on the train. I'll even stand with you when you talk. How does that sound?" I tried, wrapping an arm around her and stroking her shoulder comfortingly. Annie sniffed and coughed until she could form words.
"I- I just d-don't want t-t-to go! I want to s-stay here!" she cried desperately. Her eyelids shut tightly as tears rolled down her freckled cheeks.
Eyes are the doors to the soul.
Just let me in.
"Annie, it's not as bad as you think! Honestly, you're safe!" I told her. She let out a string of strangled sobs.
"You don't understand!"
"Then help me, Annie, please help me."
Her eyes fluttered open. I had always marveled at her eyes. They were like a goddess's, so kind, warm, beautiful… but there was a deep pain encased inside them, a need that was cutting at her heart. I couldn't help myself. Something inside of me latched on to that need. It was as simple as that- falling in love.
"Just… stay?" she uttered the word like a question. Half of me wanted to just kiss her, but the other half stroked her hair, dried her tears, and most importantly, stayed.
For: Weekly Title Challenge: The Door of the Eye
Holly and Mistletoe 2013: Boxing Day: Write about someone giving to the needy.
