“He never lets go Annie’s hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.”
and you’ll come back to me, not swallowed in the sea
Gahhhh why. All my feelings…gosh.
The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks.
you’re gone, gone, gone away
i watched you disappear
all that’s left is a ghost of you
now we’re torn apart, there’s nothing we can do
just let me go and we’ll meet again soon
“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?” I ask.
“No.” A long time passes before he adds, “She crept up on me.”