Title: Not Dead Just Yet
Summary: Finnick is dead to everyone but Annie. And he hates it.
Notes: Sudden drabble.
I don't know your face no more
Or feel the touch that I adore
We might as well be living in a different world
I don't know your thoughts these days
I don't understand your heart
We might as well be strangers for all I know of you now
-Keane, We Might As Well Be Strangers
If you can't look at me without blood in your eyes, don't look at me at all.
If you can't talk to me with life in your voice, don't talk to me at all.
If you can't hold me with your rough, warm hands, don't try to chop my head off with them.
If you can't think of me as someone worth more than a beautiful monster, don't think of me anymore.
If you can't put your arms around me every time we meet, don't try to crush me instead.
If you can't kiss me with those lips, don't curse me with them.
I'm strong, I'm dependable, I'm hard. I'm made of ice.
But you're hurting me. Please, stop hurting me.
You're not with me. You're not in pain. You're dead.
I may be ice-cold, but I'm not dead just yet.