Yes, there's something wrong with me. I don't
I marry Gale.
It's a bit of a platonic marriage. I marry him because I know I am not a capable mother or even fully whole. I know I am not quite stable, but at least I can accept that. I can give my child a bright future. With Gale, who took care his own siblings and his mother Hazelle, my child might be fine.
We were never close, Gale and I. He loves Katniss and I love Finnick. He lost his love to a bomb and I to a muttation. It is a marriage of convenience. Gale has an odd sense of honor, which is why he takes in the crazy woman with the unborn child and proposes a few months after Triton's birth. He and I become friends, best friends, since ours are gone.
We have children together, three to be exact. How that happens, I don't know. Tri asks a lot about his father growing up. Gale tries to take him hunting, but it is obvious he belongs in water. He reminds me so much of Finnick, which is why when he asks to go to District 4, we let him. I can't or I will break down. I cry every once in awhile when I see Tri's face because it's his father's face, yet he treats Gale as his dad. He will never know Finnick Odair, never know what kind of man is the reason he's in this world. He will never know how strong he was, inside and out.
I'm a bit surprised when I turn to Gale one day and realize I love him. He doesn't know it, but he is like Finnick in so many ways. Brave. Fearless. Broken.
I'm even more surprised when I realize he loves me back.
It's a nice life though I sometimes don't remember parts of it. Tri marries a wonderful girl from the Capitol. We watch our children have their own children and we're happy, though I am guilty of that happiness, until the day I close my eyes for the last time and see Finnick again.
Yes, I realize it's probably out of character, but I am apparently not crazy enough to channel crazy.