Oh look, my otp fighting to get back to each other before they die… And she’s begging him to stay with her, and he says ‘Always’ despite his mental demons all while sunset Orange (his favorite color) is encompassing them like a sweet embrace…
This is fine. I am fine. Everything is f-fine
Who just saw Mockingjay Pt 2? 🙋
Who cried of Everlark feels?🙋
Who cried when her smol son Finnick died?🙋
Who cried when her sweet, innocent Prim got blown up?🙋
Who is going to order it on DVD to repeat the process all over again?🙋
AN: This story literally came out of nowhere. My Secret Snowflake just emphasized my love for Everlark and listed a few adorable things and I freaked out. I asked her if I could use it as a prompt and she said yes! I hope its up to her expectations. So, this is dedicated to my Secret Snowflake! I cannot wait to meet you and I hope you like this story!
I lean against the front door frame with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in my hands. Why? Why did it have to snow? I scowl at the scene in front of me as the snow falls fast and hard, covering District 12 with its furry. It would be insane to go out into that storm and there is no way that a train would travel in this weather.
I feel him approach me from behind wrap his arms around my waist. I fight the urge to push him away knowing that he is only trying to subdue my frustration. However, I don’t return his affections. And he notices.
“Hey, it will let up soon. Come on inside before you catch pneumonia or something.” Peeta says.