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I’m sorry so much burden fell on you. I know you’ll never escape it.

Characters: Reader x Finnick Odair

Warnings: mentions of violence

Gif credit: softsunsets

Sensory Prompt: 51. The jittery, sick feeling when you can’t do anything

Word Count: 577

A/N: man the hunger games,,,,, remember when that was big (sensory prompts are not open!)

It’s no use blaming a broken system, a institution of corruptness that you have no power to change. Controlled by people with too much power hiding in their golden towers, wreaking havoc for everyone else while they sip from their bubbling glasses of champagne with amused laughs on their lips. It’s always been this way, from the day you were born. Even having been born in a wealthier district, District 4, your wealth looks measly in comparison to the abundance in the Capitol. You can’t even begin to imagine how much more difficult life must be in the lower Districts.

But it doesn’t matter if you had all the riches in the world, no amount of money can buy you out of the Games. And it appears that being a victor no longer saves you from the Games, either, after the announcement of the 75th Hunger Games.

You lost track of the nights you held Finnick in your arms, soothing him back to sleep after having been jolted awake by his nightmares. He presented himself one way in front of the cameras, a charming smile seemingly unaffected, but he collapsed when he was alone, let himself be vulnerable and frightened. He was too young when he entered the arena, a boy robbed of his innocence and turned into a killer. You were all trained to be ready for the arena, yet Finnick was one of few that actually put his skills to practice, and survived. 

Looking at Finnick always made you wonder if it was better to win or to lose — because were you truly winning, with all the unending trauma that will forever haunt you?

He was just beginning to heal, you think, just beginning to have a normal life with you before President Snow robbed it of him, forcing him back into the arena with the other victors from the other Districts. You remembered screaming when you heard the news, violent sobs ripping through your weakened body, strings of curses leaving your lips directed at the Capitol and the President while Finnick remained silent. What could he do? What good was protesting and crying when he knew he had no choice but to go back into the arena? Both of you felt the sickness creeping into your stomachs, the violent shaking that overcame both of you, the feeling of hopelessness at it all, at mercy of a President who did not care about his people and was delusional on his opulence and power. 

You knew Finnick’s name was going to be drawn. He was the only male victor, after all. And yet the helplessness still creeped in, nausea kicked around inside of you, lurching you to the side and threatening to spill your insides onto the pavement. You could barely keep yourself whole when you kissed him for what felt like the last time, before he boarded the train to the Capitol, when you told him you loved him again and again and he promised that you’d see each other soon.

Your eyes glue to your television screen now, and the jittery, nauseous feeling sneaks in again as the broadcast of the 75th Hunger Games begins. Your breath hitches as you catch sight of him, the charming man you’ve tragically fallen in love with, and you can only pray to Gods you don’t believe in that when this is all over, he’ll return to you. He’ll return to you, like he promised he would.

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