Recalls of Surrender

The Nights Revelry

It requires immense fortitude to opt for peace instead of conflict. Disengaging from confrontation does not deem one weak, but if walking away from a fight is the definition of cowardice, then influence has no measure over me.

And if that wasn't enough to convince you, what else?

Envy can be an obstinate predator, its claws digging deep into your heart and mind until it devours you whole. It can twist your perception, making you feel like the villain of your own story and undermining your values and capabilities.

The battle against envy was a never-ending struggle, a turbulent storm that drained and unsettled me. Trying to maintain my composure and control in the face of constant jealousy, spite, and a fragile ego felt overwhelming. Finnick, a confident and respected soldier, seemed to command respect and recognition effortlessly, making him the source of my envy. These emotions only intensified in his presence as I longed for success and admiration. Suppressing these dark and conflicting feelings was a constant challenge, one that threatened to consume my identity and leave me feeling powerless and isolated.

I tried to distract myself by focusing on my work and channeling all my energy into it. But even then, my mind would wander back to Finnick's power over me and how much I wanted to break free from it. It was a constant tug-of-war, and I needed to realize who won.

Despite the magnitude of my struggles, I knew I couldn't allow these emotions to consume me. I had to keep them in check for my well-being and the sake of those around me.

Not now, not ever.

Mainly when he follows through, rushing to mend something that doesn't need fixing.

I felt like I was merely an exhibit, constantly under scrutiny, and Finnick was my gatekeeper, the one who held the key to my recognition and success. This power dynamic intensified my envy and made me feel insignificant in comparison.

"The qualities that define us as humans remain the same, unlike yours. You can see the flaws in our restrictive system and how it takes advantage of people. Everyone deserves to be appreciated and not treated as a means to an end for our benefit. I know I am equally responsible for causing you such pain."

Standing across from each other, I felt the vastness of our differences. Finnick wore an expensive suit tailored to perfection while I fidgeted in my worn jeans and hoodie. His hands were adorned with crystal cuffs and rings, while mine were rough and calloused from years of hard labor. His words hung heavy in the air, a mix of remorse and guilt for causing me pain.

"You shouldn't have to bear this burden," I said, feeling a weight settle in my chest. "We are two beings from disparate worlds. Even death knows that."

Silent tears fell down my cheeks as we sat in contemplative silence, lost in the complexity of human experience.

The moment's tranquility enveloped me, and I was utterly captivated by the breathtaking beauty surrounding me. And in that serene setting, time appeared to come to a standstill, allowing me to savor every precious second. Each color was more vibrant and alive than the last, creating a symphony of visual delight that left me breathless. And there, standing in front of me, was Finnick—effortlessly charming and etched into my memory forever.

He had a way of captivating people with a smile or a simple gesture. It was as if time had paused, allowing me to take in his charming demeanor and suave appearance fully. My heart fluttered at seeing him despite everything that had transpired between us.

The beauty around us only amplified the stark contrast between our lives. The flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, the mountains standing tall and majestic. All seemed to mock our struggle as mere mortals.