A/N: Hey guys :)
When I read the Hunger Games I fell in love with Finnick and Annie, so, I wrote this.
Summary: Story takes place at the end of Mockingjay, when the group return from the Rebellion and Annie finds out about Finnick.
Enjoy :)
Together Forever
"Finnick?"
Annie's small and fragile frame lingers towards us, her hair tangled and her eyes twinkling.
"Finnick? Where are you?" she says, her voice hopeful, excited.
She scans our faces. Me, Peeta, Gale, but no Finnick.
"Katniss, where is he?" she says quietly, looking to my left, my right. "Where is he hiding?"
The look on her face makes my heart break a thousand times over. Her light, expectant smile begins to fade when I don't answer.
A minute passes. Then two.
"Annie..." I mutter, "Finnick-" I can't say it. "Finnick... he-"
She just looks at me, eyes wide. Waiting.
"He..." I pause again. "Annie. Finnick didn't make it. I'm so sorry." I feel my words lodged in my throat even though I've already spoken them. Annie doesn't react.
"What? He told me he'd come back. Finnick told me he'd come back. He promised. So where is he?"
I don't know what to do. "I'm so sorry, Annie."
"No, no, no, he's here. He must be hiding. He jokes around a lot. You know how Finnick is. You know how he is. He must be hiding somewhere. Pretending. He must be. He must be," Annie's voice gets quicker and more frantic, "Don't be silly. He's here. He promised. He must be. He must be. He promised."
Annie looks into my eyes, "Katniss, he promised. He promised. Katniss?" I can't do it anymore. I look away.
Her hands are trembling and they look so empty. So empty without his wrapped around them.
"Katniss, please, he promised," her breath quickens.
"Annie. I'm so sorry. He's gone. I'm sorry," I say feebly.
She stops trembling. Her hands fly up to her ears and she clamps them down on her head, pressing them down harder than I've ever seen her do before. And then she screams. And keeps screaming. Agonisingly long yells filled with anguish.
I try to help her but she curls up into a ball and hides her face. Two guards from District 13 take her away.
They say she's happy. That she's not in pain anymore.
I go to visit her one day in a cell that's not much different to the one Peeta was held in after he was brought back from the Capitol. She doesn't flinch when I walk up to her. She doesn't acknowledge me when I speak to her. Annie just sits on the ground with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. Sometimes she mutters something, or sings to herself.
The doctors say she's mad. That the pain of Finnick's death pushed her over the edge. They say she's not Annie anymore, but a girl who lives in her own world, in the deep recesses of her mind which she believes is home.
That's when the guilt gets me and I return to 12.
A soft squeal of delight blends into the crash of the waves and the whistle of the wind. Two bodies run through the water, splashing each other, laughing together. They never let go of each other, their hands interlocked together forever. And they are happy. So happy.