30 December 2012
Finnick: After 15 minutes of walking, we arrive at her house. "Now, don't be expecting luxury, this isn't the Capitol" She says in a ridiculous Capitol accent. She lets out a giggle and opens the small, wooden door. My eyes wander about the place, it is very standard, a small bathroom, kitchen and the room we are stood in, a bedroom/living room. "Make yourself comfortable." She points towards a metal-framed, single bed placed against the wall. I sit down, her soft brown blanket brushes against the back of my legs. She takes the kitten out of the wicker basket and places it next to me on the bed, but the persistent little thing just jumps back down. She disappears into the kitchen to slice the bread with the cat at her heels. I notice a black sketchbook lying open on the bed and pick it up. Spread across the first and second pages, are illustrations and paintings of blue waves. On the third page, a pink flower. As I turn onto the fourth page, I see a pencil drawing of someone's face, a boy with big eyes, painted sea green like mine. Stuck next to the picture is a small, orange flower, neatly pressed. That's when I realise, that boy is me, and that flower is the same one I tucked behind her ear when she fell asleep at the beach, my heart swells. She walks in carrying a tray of bread slices and glasses of water. I quickly place the book back on the bed and begin eating the warm, fresh bread, like nothing happened.
Finnick Fanfic #16 • Opuss № I