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Hey, everyone! This is not only the first story I've written about the heart-breaking couple Finnick and Annie, but the first story I've posted on here, ever. I'm not an author that demands reviews in return for updates - I'll write because I love it, and when I find the time - but I would, especially for the first couple chapters, like some feedback, even if it's only a single review. I just need to know whether or not this should be scrapped or if y'all think I should continue:)
This is a very, very short chapter but I'll be posting another straight after, so don't you worry your pretty little heads;) Thanks for your time!
Flashes of sun-kissed russet tresses interfered with the gaze of a pair of gleaming emerald eyes. Swirling, undulating, the tawny hair enfolded the girl who held herself underwater, encasing her in silken strand and sheltering her from the sunlight that streamed through the nubilous blue waters. Kneading, pressing, the water comforted her. It held her, suspending time, in its warm embrace. It loved her. It knew her. As the girl felt the sudden pressing on her chest, she twirled once more, enjoying her weightlessness. Within these waters, she was free; and the minute she had to reveal her weakness and grasp for oxygen was the minute she despised her mortality. So she held herself under, till the pain invaded her every limb, before leisurely floating to the top and soaking in the air.
It took a second before her sea-green eyes adjusted to the world around her, but as they did she knew she had overstayed her welcome in her salty home. The land inhabitants had begun to stir restlessly, flitting back and forth in untouched dresses and pristine trousers. And it could only mean one thing.
Annie was late for Reaping Day.
