Author's Note: So first off, thank you for clicking on this story! I hope that you read and stick with it, as well as take a look at some of my other stories (shameless plug, I know).

This is a series of one-shots that form a story; jumping through moments that defined Finnick and Annie. It originally started out as a full story but then I had written so many little scenes that started from Finnick's games all the way to his death and then continued with Annie's life after and I just knew that story would've been a million chapters.
I think this way is the best way to get the best scenes while still having a story told. I am pumped to create them as well and have a bit more of a loose time-line.

So enough of my rambling, here is the story! Please read and review.

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Finnick's Point Of View

Love was never a possibility.

I had never let my mind go there, never once considered it before. It was just not a luxury I had and I didn't want to waste my time on pointless daydreams. I didn't want to open myself up to the idea that I could actually care for someone like that - I didn't want to allow myself any hope, because it would eventually turn to dust like everything else in my life.

It would just make the reality of my world even more unbearable. It would make the sleepless nights in different beds impossible and would force me to coil at their touches. And that's not something that could happen - that has been made clear from the start.

But then I saw her standing on that silver platform and I knew, I loved that girl.

I was in complete shock when it had happened, couldn't pinpoint this unusual feeling in my chest unlike anything I've ever felt before. My emotions were like a hurricane inside my chest, whirling around and just picking up speed with no sign of settling. I was desperate and afraid, more terrified than I've been since I was in the arena myself.

I didn't just want her to win, I needed her to.

I remember the moment with such clarity, I was sitting alongside my other mentors, watching the game begin in silence. We never spoke much during the actual games, all too caught up in our own memories of when we stood there ourselves.

Mags was on my right of course, grabbing hold of my hand lightly. I smiled to the old woman whom I cherished deeply and cared for like a mother, she was my salvation every year when we sat in this exact spot. Haymitch Abernathy sits on my left, smelling faintly like liquor and turning away from the screen, acting like he was counting the minutes until it was acceptable for him to leave.

We were all expected to watch the beginning of the games, when all of our tributes were still alive. We would all watch the initial bloodbath together and then were free to move about, besides there was no point in sticking around if your tribute was murdered within the first ten minutes.

The tributes were being lifted up into the arena and we were all given a chance to see what the Gamemakers have designed for this year's Hunger Games.

But I wasn't paying attention to the scenery, I wasn't studying the details like I should have been. Instead I was captivated by her and the emotions swirling around in my chest.

Her face had flashed upon the screen briefly; I just caught a glimpse of her flowing dark hair and those sea green eyes. I felt my breathing stop and I found it impossible to blink, not wanting to miss a moment of her. I clenched my fists tightly, not sure why I was so overwhelmed by the sight of one of my tributes. Why was I acting like this? She was just a girl from my district, wasn't she?

"Finnick?" Mags' soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts and forced me to look away from the screen; which was now panning across the cornucopia.

"Yes?" I asked in a hushed voice, still trying to sort out the rush of feelings inside me. Somewhere in the background I could hear the countdown begin, the Victors were shifting in their seats, anxious for the clock to run out.

Mags just smiled softly and looked down at our intertwined hands, mine clutching hers tightly. I immediately released her hand, realizing that I was unintentionally crushing hers. I had completely forgotten that we were holding hands, had forgotten about Mags completely if I was being honest. I was just so caught up -

The gong sounded.

My thoughts cut off and my head whipped back to the screen; eyes searching desperately for a sign of her. I needed to catch a glimpse of her, had to see her running or fighting. That's when I realized what all these feelings meant; these wild, frenzied feelings - they were love.

I loved that girl.

The one who was in the arena now - fighting against a one in twenty-four chance of making it out alive.