Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by.
The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks.
Then it’s over.
500kb limit ruined it. SIGH. it’s supposed to go much slower so you could actually see the images at the top, but that would mean more frames and more kbs, so meh. thanks a lot tumblr.
