14 December 2012
Finnick: As I walk home, it begins to rain, heavier and heavier until I am soaked. As I walk past the fishmonger's, I hear a small, strange noise. I look behind me and there on the cold, wet floor sits a tiny, feeble, helpless, skinny black kitten. Without thinking, I pick it up and continue walking until i reach my small, scruffy house. As the wooden door creaks open, the cat begins to shiver, so I lay down a dirty sheet and put it in front of the fire. It curls up and falls asleep and before long, so do I.
Finnick Fanfic #12 • Opuss № I