It has to be said that our tributes this year were all easy on the eyes, but you decided District 7’s Rowan Finch was the best female face claim of them all!
(Honorable mention: Melody Brunel)
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The Fallen: Rowan Finch
After all is said and done, I feel the same.
All that I’d hoped would change within me, stayed.
Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore
Warming his hands a thousand years ago.
I walk with others in the yearning to get out.
Claw at my skin, and gnash their teeth and shout.
One of them wants only to be someone you’d admire.
One would as soon just throw you on the fire.
After all is said and after all is done,
God only knows which of them I’ve become.
Someone You’d Admire — Fleet Foxes
The sweet calling of the birds was silenced when the girl was slaughtered.
Each individual feather was crushed as the girl from District 10 killed them for they live inside her. Hundreds of little birds inside of her body until they overtake it.
She was going to protect them like she had promised them. But now she felt nothing more than their bodies breaking as her own body was broken. Touch them, feel the small birds and you will know how she is feeling.
The pain is nothing compared to her thoughts that serve as her last reminder of the human conscience. Her mother and father were watching in that cabin in the woods with the wooden shed behind it. Logan, the boy she so loved, would never know her last words and how she had gasped for him in her final breaths. Never again would his lips press against her own with such intensity. Larka, her ally, soft and sweet and so fiery spirited whom she would miss so. Augustus Finch, her half-brother and the boy who never grew up. Now she was older than when he was taken and now she would join him in his reign over Neverland as the girl who would never grow up.
The sensation she was feeling was warm and comforting as the girl laid the cloth over her eyes. Comfortably numb she had become as blood poured from her paralyzed body. The birds chirped and cried for their Protector to run away from the mean girl. Some tried to fly but only found that their wings had been broken.
But she could not run even if she had the ability to flee. She did not run because now she was flying on these broken wings.
The last slice of her throat.
The last stab into her heart.
There is quiet.
Her mouth opens. One final breath.
Put your ear to her mouth and you can hear the last bird sing.
Little Red Finch, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.