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[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
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7 days in Havana (2012) trailer [x]
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“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you sang in the music assembly, the teacher said ‘Who knows The Valley Song?’ and your hand shot straight up. After that I… I watched you go on home every day… Every day.”
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On the hovercraft, I decide she’s less mad than unstable. She laughs at odd places in conversations or drops out of them distractingly. Those green eyes fixate on a point with such intensity that you find yourself trying to make out what she see in the empty air. Sometimes, for no reason, she presses both her hands over her ears as if to black out a painful sound. Allright, she’s strange but if Finnick loves her, that’s good enough for me.
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“They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.“
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