Fishing Off A Cliff (Open to 1 Perosn!)

The cool air was stinging my skin. Good thing I brought my jacket. I wasn't quite sure where I was walking yet; I just had to get out of the house. My brother decided to bring in and care for our extremely sick grandmother, and seeing her dying in my house made me feel sick to my stomach. I just had to leave. I can't just sit around and watch her die. That's what happened to-- I cut myself off. I couldn't even bear to say his name anymore, but I forced myself to. Finn. He's gone now, so there's not use in crying over him. Just when I think I've found a private place for me to break-down and cry, I see a man sitting on the edge of a cliff, fishing. Its actually the best places to fish in all of District 4. I used to fish here all the time. But not ever since I decide to approach him. "Catch anything yet?" I smiled. I sat next to him and dangled my feet of the edge. "I used to fish here all the time." He was very handsome, actually. "I'm Alana." I smiled again. I outstreched my hand to him.

OOC: My character, Alana, is 17. I was thinking maybe she could have a sort of "older sister" protection over him, if thats ok with you. You know, they would be like siblings, only they aren't, if that makes any sense. After they get to know each other of course.

"You're very quiet." I laughed. I peeked in his basket to see what he had caught so far. He seems like a pretty good fisher to me. The boy was definatly younger than me, and looked quite frightened when I first sat next to him. The thought made me smile. I don't even remember the last time I had laughed, or smiled for that matter. Not since Finn died. I took a deep breath and looked at the boy. "Do you talk at all?"

"So, what's you're story? You know, do you have siblings, parents, a girlfriend?" I smiled. I was just trying to get the boy to talk to me. I havent talked to many people since i lost Finn, and I knew i couldn't keep living like that. In complete solitude I mean. He still isn't saying much. I try to think of what I can do to get him to talk. And then it hits me.

"My mother and father are dead. I have an older brother, edric and a younger sister, Athena. I fish a lot with my older brother for food and money. I have.." I corrected myself " had a boyfriend named Finn. He was shot and killed by a peacekeeper..." I held the tears in with everything I had left in me, and thank god it worked.

"Yeah..." I reply. I quickly change the subject. "So, do you have a mother?" I ask the boy. He seems to be getting impatient with the hook on his line. I laugh. "You're just like him. Finn, I mean." I smile slightly and pat on my abdomen. "Hopefully this little one is too." I smiled at jason. "We were going to get married, so we didn't think it mattered when we had children, but I never imagined he would die before it was born..." I looked at jason, who was still fiddling with the hook. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

I smiled slightly when he showed me the necklace that used to belong to his mother. My mother left me nothing. She loved me, but we didn't really have expensive gifts to give. We have more money now than we ever did.
"It must've sounded weird when I compared you to Finn, but just the way you get so frustrated by fishing, well he did the same thing. I tied his knot for him, and he fished for me." I paused for a minute.
"I'm really sorry about your mom. It's hard not having a mother, and no one can blame us for taking it hard." I looked down into the water below us. It's nice having a boy to talk to. I'm not sure why, but its nice. Me and my brother are the furthest from speaking right now, ever since our dad died, and now with our grandmother. We see each other each morning and night and thats it. The rest of the day I'm gone. Fishing, or walking, or just killing time. I haven't even told Edric about the baby yet, and that will guarantee me the silent treatment for a week at least, maybe more.
"How old are you?" I smiled a little at my question. I had realized he's younger than me by a few years, but I never really asked him how old he was.

"I'm 17. Ill be 18 in two weeks." I sit and stare blankly at the cloud-covered sun. I've heard that staring at the sun could blind you, but I didn't care. When Finn was dying in my arms, only one month ago, he told me that when the sun shone it meant he was watching me. A hot tear rooled down my cheek, and I wiped it away hoping jason didnt notice. "Why do people have to die?" Another tear rolled down my cheek. It was glad I finally had someone to talk to about Finn, and my parents. Edric wouldn't listen to me, but I know deep inside he is hurting just as much as I am.