"I don't know how to do this," Annie admitted without looking up. The water was to her ankles now, and she stared down at it a long moment before reaching up to turn off the faucet. Head tipped down, her dark hair hung in a thick curtain around her face.
"I don't know how to turn off my feelings," she said, her eyes screwing tightly closed. "They scream at me all the time. Every second." Not just the fear which the Games had printed indelibly upon her, and not just the horror and shame and jealousy of having seen Finnick like that, of knowing that he could never truly, completely be hers. The good things were amplified now, too, and sometimes it felt like she was full of so much love with no outlet that her heart might burst.
"I feel so stupid," she said, the words catching on a barely-restrained sob, and she leaned forward with the sound, arms crossed tightly over her stomach.
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"I don't know how to turn off my feelings," she said, her eyes screwing tightly closed. "They scream at me all the time. Every second." Not just the fear which the Games had printed indelibly upon her, and not just the horror and shame and jealousy of having seen Finnick like that, of knowing that he could never truly, completely be hers. The good things were amplified now, too, and sometimes it felt like she was full of so much love with no outlet that her heart might burst.
"I feel so stupid," she said, the words catching on a barely-restrained sob, and she leaned forward with the sound, arms crossed tightly over her stomach.