1 December 2012
I walk carefully through the small wood near the beach. I find the spot where I left the logs last time, I pick them up and head back. As I return to the shore, I hear soft crying, when I look closer, I realise it's her. She must have heard me, because she lifts her head up, alert and awake. Trying not to startle her, I approach with armfuls of driftwood for the fire. Even her cry is gentle and delicate. "what's wrong?" I ask as I sit down next to her. She looks at me, tears roll down her soft face and drip onto the sand. She gazes into my eyes and smiles, still helplessly snivelling.
Finnick Fanfic #9 • Opuss № I