29 November 2012
Finnick: Her eyes shoot open and she jumps up. "I'm going to be late for work." she gasps. She grabs her bag and runs as fast as lightening, her long curls flying behind her. She looks over her shoulder and I can't help smiling. I splash myself with ice cold water, jump in the vast ocean and think of her. That beautiful, kind, shy netmaker with the aqua eyes.
Finnick Fanfic #7 • Opuss № I