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triidentis replied to your post:so what is going on between you and johanna?

"…you two are so damn loud."

"You jealous, Odair?"

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Annie Cresta hadn't meant for the television to go out the window.

Then again, she hadn't mean for a lot of things to happen. They did though and she surveyed the array of broken glass on the rug with detached interest. Normally -- as if anything was normal -- she wouldn't have been able to heave the Capitol-gifted flat screen out her front window but sometimes that happened. She could still see the bright vivid images across her eyes.

Rarely did they ever play her games. It was one of those late night recaps and she couldn't sleep by herself in a cold bed. The pillow still smelled like him and she'd inhaled until her head spun. Not even wearing his clothes -- a tattered sleeveless undershirt and equally tattered sweatpants -- did anything to help. She could see the lights come on across the street, hear the distant call of 'what the hell was that?'

Glass cut through her socks as she walked across the wreckage to look at her window. Annie could feel the burn in her arms but everything was distant and hazy like she was underwater. Heat flared inside of her chest and she surged forward, curling her figners over the window sill, glass and splinters working their way into her palms and she paid them no mind. They didn't matter.

"I am not crazy!" she screamed out into the night. The voices that had been echoing outside fell silent and she smiled in satisfaction. She was not. She was not crazy but Finnick wasn't there to tell them.

Finnick...