He's here, Somewhere
A short little drabble I was inspired to write. Enjoy! :)
Finnick wraps his arms around me. I feel the warmth radiating off his skin. He whispers soft loving things in my ear as we look off into the sunset. He picks up a seashell and examines it. He helds it out to me. It was sea green, the same color as his eyes. The same color as the ocean. He kisses my cheek and we clasp our hands together. His rough and calloused ones and my smoother blistery ones. But somehow, they fit. They just do.
The ocean roars and he is gone. The tide comes to my feet and takes him away. I scream.
I run back to my little house by the ocean, where Finnick would've wanted it. Finn was giggling in his little bed, as if someone was playing with him. Finnick. I imagine.
As the next day approaches, I carry Finn in my arms before dawn, when nobody is awake. I run to the top of the hill where Finnick is buried. I know he would've wanted a view of the sea.
Did he join the rebellion in vain? A few weeks ago, when my mind wasn't the least bit sane, I would've said yes. But he didn't. He joined it because it was the only way he knew that would give us a better life. A better future. But it had cost him just that. He could no longer live. No longer have a future but lay inside a grave watching me go mad. I know he would want me to be strong. For our son. For Finn.
I want to scream and cry. But I know I have to be strong for our son. I imagine- no. I know Finnick is beside me right now. Murmuring soft words into my ear and smiling lovingly at the small bundle in my arms. He would be so proud, so full of happiness, but the capitol had taken that from us.
5 years later, when Finn is asleep, I run up the hill.
"Why did you have to leave me?" I scream and sob onto the gravestone leaving a large wet stain. Then I suddenly feel a tingly feeling in my stomach. A feeling that I only get when I am engulfed in Finnick's embrace. A warm sensation is on my arms as I feel enveloped in Finnick's embrace. I don't dare move. And this time, the words he whispers in my ear are not murmured. They have not lost their full effect.
"Stay strong. And join me when you have done all you have to do here." and the next wors cause me to gasp," I love you." And the feeling disappears.
"I love you," I scream at the air. I begin to cry again, silent tears stream like a river down my cheek.
"Why are you crying mommy?" An innocent voice asks from behind me. Startled, I turn around.
I wipe my tears fiercely on the sleeve of my shirt. I promise Finnick I would stay strong.
Just then, gulls flew over head, a perfect V shape. I know that Finnick is one of them. He is watching over me. And he is free like he always wanted to be.
"Nothing Finn, nothing," I try to coo the image of me he had just seen through Finnick's eyes away.
"Let's go back home," I hold his little hand and we both walk down the hill.
As I look at the little stone surrounded by flowers on the top of the hill, I think, I'm coming soon, my Finnick.
