#third fanfic

It was honestly just love at first sight when she first saw you, your hair was gorgeous with (f/c) tips and the way you had it tied up (or not) was so cute! It really matched your face and eyes.

The accessories you wore matched your outfit as well, the cute hello kitty themed ones were definitely her favourite. Her parents would definitely not like the outfit you were wearing, you had way too much skin showing and they would not approve but she didn't care.

Your cute little pink cheetah print shirt revealing your shoulders and the tight, black and very short jean shorts matched almost perfectly. Your cute little white fluffy leg warmers with platformed heels made you stick out in the crowd and many people were looking at you but you didn't care as you texted away on your heavily accessorized (f/c) flip phone. Your long nails shining in the sunlight as you held the phone to your ear, talking to someone on the phone.

"Fine! Cancel our plans for your supposed best friend! I'm done with you and your excuses!" You exclaimed into your phone, flipping it close and stomping down the broadwalk to Fun Land.

Connie just stuttered as she watched you walk away, seeing that you dropped one of your cute accessories from your outfit. She immediately leapt to grab it and she chased after you, trying to call your name but you kept moving as if you were ignoring her.

You were actually trying your best to not cry, the stinging feeling of tears burning in your eyes made it worse as the feeling of pain burned in your heart, the feeling of your heart shattering in pieces as you saw many other couples walking in and out of Fun Land, arms linked or holding hands just made you feel like shit.

It didn't take long for you to just storm off onto the sand and sit by one of the pillars, sitting down and you felt the tears just rolled down, ruining the makeup that took you so long to put on just roll down with it. You wiped your eyes with the back of your one hand, smudging and smearing the makeup everywhere as you flipped open your phone again and stared at it unaware of the sound of approaching footsteps crunching on the sand.

Connie followed you, weaving through the crowd as she held the cute charm in her hand, she wondered if you were alright since you sounded upset from your phone call. Maybe her significant other hurt her in some way? Maybe she was thinking too much into it- all she needed to do was find you and return your charm and maybe talk to you? It can't be that hard right.. Right?

She soon found you, hiding underneath one of the many pillars holding the broad walk up. You still looked absolutely breathtaking to her, your eyes red and puffy with tears and the sight of your smeared makeup only made her question further if you were okay and she slowly approached you.

"Sorry- I saw you drop this."

She was standing in front of you, her hand out with your charm and you looked at the charm and then at her. You let out a small sniffle and stare at her and wipe your tears away one more time and you take it from her.

"Thank you.. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this."

You laugh nervously, hooking the charm back on your flip phone.

"I'm (y/n) by the way."

Connie stared at you and she took a seat next to you, a bold move on her part and she smiles a bit.

"Connie."

Your eyes are fixed on hers and you break the intense staring competition, the feeling of hurt returning for a moment and you let out a small sigh.

"I don't want to bore you with my story if you want to know."

You said, you wanted to tell someone, to show someone how much of an asshole your now ex is to you but you don't want your friends to say 'they told you so'

"I don't mind, it'll be good to get things off your chest."

Connie says softly, her eyes sparkled as she watched you sigh once again and wipe your eyes with your hand and that only made your makeup worse, your false lashes seeming to be peeling off.

"Well it first started with my dumb ex! He/she made this new friend y'know and he/she told me not to worry about them, that they are just a friend and that I am overreacting! Then he/she is always making plans and being around them then me- his/her own girlfriend."

You let out a defeated noise, the tears bubbling in your eyes once again and you feel a comforting hand on your back.

"He/she cancelled plans once again today and left me alone here and I'm just tired of it."

You let out a loud sob and Connie can't help but feel bad for you, she was rubbing soothing circles on your back trying her best to comfort you. She has never been in a situation like this before and she had no words other than an apology.

"It's alright, you weren't the one that even hurt me."

You just sat there in silence for a while but it was a comforting silence as you guys watched the waves crash against the sand. The sun setting causing the surroundings to be basked in a wonderful warm red almost pink glow and it was relaxing and it almost made you feel at peace.

"Thank you- uhm Connie for listening to me and staying."

You finally said, breaking the silence and you handed her your phone.

"I'd like to get your number so we can maybe do something different? Like get some coffee or something?"

You said, with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest.

After you exchanged numbers and bid farewell, you had left to get home before your parents/caretakers were worried you had died or something, Connie was ecstatic- she made friends with someone new! Someone so pretty and had a really cool fashion sense that it made her heart want to explode- was this some sort of crush? She wondered but she didn't care! She was just so happy as she giggled, laying on the sand looking at your contact number with glee! Maybe this relation would blossom into something amazing?

My family… The death of Prim still haunts me and I can never forgive Gale for what he has done. Even though he didn’t do it on purpose, he was the one who came with the plan. He didn’t know it himself, that they were planning to drop the bombs just like that, but if he just didn’t come up with the plan at all none of it would’ve happened. I haven’t spoken to him since that day, and I’m not in the mood to do it in the near future. Or ever at all. I also haven’t heard much of my mom lately. She stayed in the Capitol because it was too emotional for her to come back to Twelve. I can understand. If I had a chance to leave my old life behind and start a new one somewhere else, I’d also do it.

If it wasn’t for Peeta. I can’t leave him, and I won’t ever again. We’ve been through so much together. He’s the only one who truly understands me. Well, beside Haymitch, but it’s different with Peeta. I can’t really explain, only that I have this kind of connection with him that I never had with anyone else. Not even with Gale. I’m wondering what he’s doing today. Yes, I’m still mad at him, but I don’t hate him. I also wonder what would’ve happened if we just ran into the woods on that day of the reaping. Would we have made it somewhere safe? Maybe even ending up in Thirteen? And what would’ve happened to Peeta? He definitely would be going into the arena, but would he still be alive? Probably not. It hurts to think about it, so I decide to continue our conversation.

‘’If you don’t want me to go, that’s fine,’’ I say to him. He looks up again. His blue eyes have this gloss over them, like he’s about to cry. ‘’No, you can go. I just wish I could join you.’’ I’ve never thought about this, taking Peeta with me. Mostly because it didn’t go so well in the arena, him stepping on every single branch on his path. The cracking sounds could be heard within a radius of half a mile, chasing all the animals away. But maybe it’s different now, since he’s not having trouble with his leg anymore. I’m really glad he managed to walk properly on his artificial leg. Maybe it’s good to take him with me, so I decide to give it a try.

‘’You can come with me if you like. I’ve never shown you how I really hunt before.’’ His smile is coming back now. ‘’I’ve seen you hunt a couple of times back in the are…’’ He cuts off his sentence. I know he regrets saying it. We try to talk as little as possible about what happened in the arena or in the Capitol. To cheer him up a bit I start talking again and pretend I didn’t hear it. ‘’But you haven’t see me hunt here in the woods. It’s beautiful there. Have you even ever been to the woods before?’’ His smile vanishes again. Did I say something wrong? I hope I didn’t.

After a few seconds of silence he sighs and starts talking. ‘’No. My mom didn’t want me to go near the fence. She didn’t even want me to go near the Seam. So most of the time I stayed in town. The first time for me in the woods was actually in the Games.’’ There it is again, the face of regret. ‘’It’s okay, Peeta. Better to let it out than keep it in.’’ He gives me a weak smile. I take his hand and hold it for a moment. A couple of minutes later I get up from the chair. ‘’Let’s put on some woods-proof clothes.’’ He stares at me in a way that gives me the impression he doesn’t understand what I mean, so I decide to be a bit more clearly. ‘’Peeta, are you coming with me or do you prefer to sit there all day?’’ He shakes his head slightly while he gets up and follows me.

We’re on our way to the woods when I’m thinking about something. Wouldn’t it be nice to teach Peeta how to shoot? Then he can come with me more often. I decide to not tell him this yet. I want this to be a surprise.

We pass the place where the fence of our District once was. How many days I got to this exact same place, struggling to get on the other side of the fence, always checking if the power was still off. And now it’s gone. I lead Peeta to a tree with one of my father’s bows and arrows in it. ‘’This has been here the whole time? Weren’t you afraid someone would find it and take it away?’’ He couldn’t believe it. ‘’Yes. And no. Who would go into the woods just for fun? Taking the bow with me into Twelve was way too dangerous, so this was the safest place to keep it.’’ I love the way Peeta can ask these kinds of questions. Sometimes he’s so interested about even the simplest things. I’m really wondering what his reaction will be if I tell him I’m going to teach him how to shoot. While we’re walking to a more open area, I start telling him my idea.

‘’Hey, have you ever shoot before?’’ His face turns to me and I can see that he’s surprised. ‘’No, why?’’ This is my chance. ‘’Okay, then I’m going to teach you how to do it.’’ His face is full of excitement, but at the same time some sort of panic too. ‘’I … I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not really good at aiming and…’’ Excuses, like always. ‘’Well, I’m going to teach you anyway, if you like it or not.’’ I kiss him on his cheek and his panic disappears. ‘’Stand right here, legs spread out, just like that. Here, take the bow.’’ He does exactly what I’m saying him to do. ‘’You’ve seen me shoot before, right? Okay, try to tighten the bow like you’re aiming on a bird or something.’’ He turns his upper body and pulls the cord with his fingers towards him. I can see he’s shaking. ‘’Wait, let me help you.’’ I’m standing right behind him. My hands on his, trying to show him how to do it. ‘’See? Okay, now the hardest part. Aiming.’’ I let go of his hands and walk to his other side. His eyes are focused on me. ‘’To aim at your target, your eyes have to be straight in line with the arrow. The tip shows you where the arrow will hit.’’ He’s listening very closely to me. Another thing I like about him. I point out at a wild turkey. ‘’Try to hit that one. It’s okay if you miss. It took me a while before I got the hang of it.’’ He focuses on the wild turkey. He stands steady and stays quiet. The only thing I can hear is his breathing. He tightens the cord again and aims for the animal, just like I told him. He lets go of the cord and watched the arrow fly through the air. It hits the animal in its chest. Peeta’s mouth was open of amazement. I put my hand on his shoulder and smile. ‘’That’s amazing! Good first shot,’’ I tell him. I walk towards the wild turkey to get the arrow back and put the animal in my game bag. ‘’I know what we’re going to have for dinner this evening,’’ I say. Peeta’s still standing on the exact same place, smiling like an idiot. My idiot, who just shot his first wild turkey.

3 years before “Meeting a new love”

You were walking down the street with your headphones, listening to your favourite song. You had no worries, because, for the first time in months, everything was going incredible. You arrived early at work, despite the traffic, got a promotion, which meant a generous salary raise and to top it all, you found a 100 dollar bill. You could feel yourself with an energy you hadn’t felt in a while, so you started to run, you didn’t care in was rainy and windy. Suddenly, you heard someone screaming and you stopped, a bright light appeared to your right and when you turned, the only thing you could feel was fear. A big truck was going directly to you. Before you could react, you felt someone pulling you and you found yourself facing to the floor. You stand up the best you could and looked up to thanked the person for saving you of a pretty-sure-horrible-death.

The guy who was stood in front of you, looked like an angel. He was kind of tall, he had curly hair and his face was full with freckles. You stared at him more time that you should. Suddenly, realising what you were doing, just looked away and mumble “T-thank you.”

The guy smiled and you could feel your stomach fluttered with butterflies. “Don’t worry about it. You just have to be more careful, it’s dangerous to run with headphones. You could die”

“Yeah, I know. I just felt a bit energetic. Really, thank you. You are my hero.”

“I told you, everything is cool. How about we…um… we go to the restaurant there, so we can..eh.. know each other?”

You giggled. He was quite funny and charming “Yeah, I’d love that, eh..”

“Anthony”

“I’d love that, Anthony” You said with a smile.

2 years before “The beginning”

It’d been six months since you and Anthony were together in a wonderful relationship. Everything was magical. Of course you’d had a few fights, but you’d always work it out. He was sweet and caring, you were so grateful that that awful truck was about to killed you.

“y/n? Are you awake? Anthony appeared in your bedroom door. You were sick in the last week, but he was still so determinated to take care of you, even though you were cured.

“Yes, love” He smiled and lay next to you. Your heart melted. “I don’t want you to get sick”

“C’mon, baby. You are already ok. I’m just keeping you here so I can spend more time with you”

You laughed, but still tried to act surprised “What?”

“Of course you knew, but you didn’t want to say anything either”

“Yeah that’s true. It’s just that I love to be next to you. I… I love you, Anthony. I do.”

“I love you, too. I’ll always do”

You looked at him and you knew he was true. You hugged him and it felt like home.

1 year before “Problems are meant to be solved”

You ran downstairs of your, now shared, house and found your boyfriend struggling with the door. He was pushing it, but it didn’t open.

“Stupid door” He mumbled under his breath.

“Hey, love. Any problem?” He turned to see you with an exasperated expression in his face.

“Yes. I do. This stupid door won’t open and I need to go to work”

You grabbed the keys that were in his hands and checked them trying to find something odd, once you realised what was the problem, you laughed.

“Why are you laughing, y/n?” You looked at him and he had a serious face. He raised his voice, which meant he was angry. “It’s not funny. I was supposed to left home 10 minutes ago”

“Sorry, love, but the reason the door didn’t open and won’t open it’s because it’s not the right key” You watched his expression turned completely blank. He grabbed the keys in your hands and watched them.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You are right. It’s not” He looked at you and then gave a little laugh. “y/n, I’m telling you. I have no idea how I could survive, before meeting you” You gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry I talked to you like that. I didn’t mean it; it’s just that I’m so stressed right now.”

You locked eyes with him. You could understand. He was under a lot of stressed right now, because of the rehearsals of this new broadway show he was in, but still you felt a bit resented. This was not the first time he talked to you like that, one day he even shouted at you. You had bad days at work too, but you always told yourself to leave them outside the door, as your mother used to say, so your relation would not be affected. Still, you just gave him a reassurance smile and said “You don’t have to worry, love. Remember I love you, nothing more.”

“Yeah… Me too, baby”

It felt forced, yet true. You hugged him. It felt home, but a bit different.

6 months before. “Everything is ok, just  keep lying to yourself”

“y/n, please stop.” You stopped and looked at him. He was sitting in the couch looking at the TV some TV show.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it’d bother you.”

He turned to you “You knew it would. Stop lying.” You felt your heart cracked a little. Then anger filled you, but you pushed it aside.

“I didn’t know. I’m not lying. Don’t call me a liar.” You said still looking at him.

“You are right. My bad. As always”

You walked to your bedroom and lay in the bed. You hugged your pillow and you could smell your boyfriend’s scent. You wanted to cried right now. You and Anthony always had a few fights, but both of you made sure to solved them. Yet, this past few months hadn’t been easy. You and Ant did nothing but fight and it all started after he arrived in the morning, from a rehearsal that ended up late. He arrived at the house and you asked him where he was, he didn’t answer and you insisted. He told you angry that he had to stay with Oak, because apparently it was his only option. You shouted at him saying that at least he could called and that you were worried sick. He shouted back that shouldn’t had to. This had repeated every now and then.

You were still in your bed, unable to cry or sleep, when Anthony lay besides you. “I’m sorry, y/n” You didn’t answer. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not.”

“Good, because I ordered your favourite pizza and it would be a shame if I had to eat it alone” You laughed a little. He turned you so you could face him and hugged you.

“I love you, y/n”

And with all your faith in your heart you heard it like wasn’t fake, but it didn’t feel like home.

12 hours before “The signs warned”

“Ant? Are you home?” You called for him, but no one answered. You smiled to yourself. You were planning a surprised for him. You texted him you were going to be a little late from work so you could have all afternoon to planned everything. It was nothing special, just a little marathon of both of your favourite movies and dinner for both of you, but you still wanted to. Things were great again. 2 months without fights, just a lot of cuddles and good time, yet you still felt there was something just not right. You hadn’t been able to figure out why, so you just tried not to pay attention to it. It took you half day, but you set everything right. All you had to do is wait for Ant and surprise him. You decided to watch some Mexican telenovela, because it was kind of your guilty pleasure. Time passed and you fell asleep.

You woke up. It was dark and quiet so you figured out it’s was passed 1 am. The TV was off. You were confused of why you woke up, but then you heard. Giggles. You could hear them as if they were next to you. You get out of the couch you were sleeping in, trying to make no sound. You followed that torturing sound, praying it wouldn’t lead you to where you though it came from.

You finally get to the source of that horrible sound. Your heart dropped to your feet. It was your bedroom. The bedroom you and Anthony slept it. You felt yourself shake, but you forced yourself to be calm. It didn’t work out. A wave of anger rushed through your veins and you pushed that door so it could open. A scream filled the room and you turned on the lights.

You could feel your tears in your throat. Anthony Ramos, the person you trusted and loved more in your life, was with someone else in your bed. You felt dizzy.

“y/n… I can explain” His voice brought you back to reality.

“No. GET OUT. NOW” The girl that was with him had long curly hair like him, you knew her. She was part of the ensemble of that broadway show. She knew you were together, she knew you. You had talked to her a lot of times before. She looked at you ashamed and in less than a minute she grabbed all her things and was out of the house, but Anthony was still there.

“You too. Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore”

“y/n, please. Just listen to me” He rolled himself in the blanket and started to walk towards you. “Please. Just-”

“NO. What’ll you say? Which kind of explanation will you give to me?” You could felt your heart pounding, like it was going to explode. “WHAT WILL YOU SAY TO ME?”

He was taken aback, because of the sudden power in your voice. But he composed himself. “I just want to... I want to explain you”

“Are you going to explain to me why I wasn’t enough for you? Are you going to tell me what I did wrong?!?” You felt the world around you crumble. Suddenly, all your things didn’t look like they belonged to you and your colorful house was grey and it didn’t felt like yours. You looked at him thinking that maybe he’d accepted his mistake, but his expression say it everything or, more precisely, it didn’t say two things: forgiveness and regret. IT WAS ONLY YOUR FAULT, but why?

“You want to know why, I’ll tell you why. You were wonderful when I met you, you still are, but you make me feel like I’m trapped and I’m not telling it’s your fault or you do it on purpose, but, y/n, I don’t like to feel like I have no escape. Besides, you knew how things were going. Stop acting like, all of this is a shocker to you. You knew our relationship was collapsing.”

You didn’t know how to react. Every word he said was like a dagger in you. You stayed there, not moving a single part of your body. You though about what he just said. It was all true. You knew something was going on, but you decided to ignore it. Every sign of your relation trembling had been in front of your eyes, but you decided to blind yourself.

“Don’t blame her. Don’t blame me, y/n. Blame yourself for letting things get to this point.” He grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt “You broke your own heart. So you have to let me go.” He passed you to exit the bedroom. “I’ll come tomorrow to get my things” he said before walking downstairs.

Out of nowhere a sensation of anger filled you and you ran to the closet, you grabbed all his clothes and everything at sight that were his. “ANTHONY!” you screamed. “WAIT!” You ran to the terrace and saw him turning a few metres far from your house door. You pulled all the things in your arms and threw them in the street. He watched horrified the scene.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU CRAZY”

“WHAT?! I’m saving you the time to come back tomorrow. Now I don’t have to see your stupid face again.” He walked cautiously to his things that were laying in the floor “Make sure you don’t forget anything, because you won’t enter this house again.” Every word that was coming out of your mouth make your throat dry. You felt nauseous. You watched him, the person you loved, the person you now filled nothing, but disgust, disappear. You get inside and started to look for everything that reminded you of him. It took you more than 2 hours, but finally you put everything inside of a box. You went outside of your house and sit in your stepdoor. You pulled out a lighter and burn the box.

PRESENT “Hope is the last thing you lose”

It was 4:30 am in the morning and you were crying in front of a box burning with memories inside. How did things ended up like this? You tried not to think about it. Everything was so confusing, yet it made sense. One day you were happy with your life, even though you were lying to yourself. You had a wonderful house, full of color and life, in which you lived with your ex-boyfriend, but now you were alone in your stepdoor with the painful memory of that bastard in mind. You tried to block every moment, every detail of your time with him. He cheated and leave you. It was going to be hard, but you were determinate to move on. You were going to let him go. Your heart, your life, wouldn’t be the same, because you were going to make it better.

1 year forward “New life, new opportunity”

You were trying to look at her with a straight face, but you couldn’t do it. You laughed. You were with your coworker inside of a coffee shop drinking while making fun of your boss. You were doing great. In your professional life, you were offered a great job in another city. You took it, even if that meant leaving New York. In your personal life, well, at first, you felt like you were escaping from your problems, but you just couldn’t ditch an opportunity like that. It’s been only 8 months in this new place, but you had already make friends. You were never alone. Y/F/N was your first new close friend. It all happened when you found an old photo of Anthony in your things at work and you went to the bathroom to cry. She found you and asked if there was a problem. It surprised you how you suddenly told her everything. Since then, you were together.

“You seem a bit off, is everything ok, y/n?” She looked worried. You just nodded “Anyway as I was saying you should come to the reunion this night… maybe your meant to be is going to be there?”

You choked on with your drink and looked at her “No.” You were completely over Anthony, he was just like a distant beautiful mistake, but you didn’t want to get in a new relationship. You weren’t ready.” I’m serious. I don’t want to”

“C’mon, y/n! You need to start dating again. I know he hurt you, but you know it all happens for a reason.” She was right. Everything happen for a reason “So?” You decided to leave it all to destiny.

“Ok. Let’s go” She smiled and you smiled back. You weren’t ready to find someone new, but everything you had been through and everything you did was part of a bigger plan design by destiny.

So you let yourself go with it.