The Annie you remember was cold, mean and strong. She would glare daggers and threaten anyone who dared wrong her. Everyone knew not to fuck with Annie, because they’d never make it out alive.

But that was nothing like the girl who sat in front of you, eating cake as she stared wistfully out the window while you braided her hair.

When you’d first met her again during the Rumbling, she’d broken. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she just wanted to live her life. She wanted to eat sweets and be a girl and be cared for.

So after it was all over, you’d obliged.