Disclaimer: I looked into the mirror, and there wasn't Suzanne Collins looking back at me. I guess I'm not the owner of the Hunger Games.

When he first saw her, he didn't think much. All he saw was a guppy about to be thrown in with sharks. He saw it every year, but all he could do was close his eyes, and hope that the death would be painless.

When she first saw him, she was fascinated. It wasn't because of his looks, though. It was his eyes. They weren't brilliant and shining like his smile was. They were sad, haunting, wanting. She didn't pay much attention afterwards though. It's not as if she would ever even be acquaintances with him.

The second time he laid his eyes on her, both his tributes died. He scowled at first when he realized that she killed them. But his scowl turned into a smile, and his smile turned into a laugh, and soon he was sent back to the training center, having had enough for the night.

The second time she laid her eyes on him, she was wearing a stupid frilly dress, with stupid high heeled shoes, and stupid capitol makeup. He looked dashing though. She still scowled throughout the night at his district, but at least he was there.

The third time they laid their eyes on each other, it was a formal greeting for the mentors. He held out his hand for her to shake, but she just stood there, eyes cold. He was confused. "Not everyone in Panem wants to touch the fishy hands of the famous Finnick Odair.", she spat at him. That was the first time out of many he didn't have a response to her. She walked away, as he smiled.

The fourth time he saw her, she was shivering. It wasn't because of the pouring rain outside of the Training center; it was because of what that monster did to her. She stood at the lobby of the building, just shivering, and feeling small. He led her to the fourth floor, and soon they were both laughing for the first time in months. She fell asleep grasping his hand, and he didn't want to let go.

The next year, she wasn't scowling on the train ride there. She knew that she would be able to see him again. They would get to laugh, and talk together. It was the thing she was looking forward to all year. But that didn't happen. Instead she got to watch as he focused only on that girl. They didn't get to laugh that night. Instead she got to sit there watching him cry at the thought of losing her. "I don't think I can live without her, Johanna." His voice whispered to her, and her eyes turned cold again.

She had an appointment that night, but instead of being picked up by him once she arrived shivering at the lobby, she slept on that ground floor all night, waiting. Blight carried her to her bed at around 3AM, and it was the first time in months she had a nightmare. Once again, she didn't have a hand to grasp in the middle of the night.

That girl won. She won the games, fame, and his heart. The only thing was, was that now she was psycho. He didn't seem too happy about her mental condition, and she thought that she could have him again. Once again, what she wished for never happened. They grew apart.

On the 75th hunger games, they talked again. He was confused. Her eyes were cold, her stance was guarded; this wasn't the girl he thought he knew. "Hey, Johanna!" he called out to her when they first arrived. "Hello, Finnick", she replied in an all too formal tone. He didn't know, of course, that she loved him. She continued this act, until the night of the interviews. There he was, dashing as ever. He shook her, wanting to know what was wrong. She collapsed, and cried for the first time in years. He didn't know what to do, so he just held her, waiting for her hurting to stop. It never does, though.

Of course, the next time they see each other, they're fighting in an arena. She gets captured, and all she's hoping is that he is safe. She didn't know why she would care. He was now barely an acquaintance. They tortured her.

He was in District 13, praying that Annie was rescued. He felt as if he was forgetting something, and then he remembered her.

The last time they see each other, she was in the mental hospital, and he was there to say goodbye. Of course, the only thing he talked about was her. To take care of her, to help her, to make sure she was ok. He didn't see that she was the one that needed help, that she needed someone to take care of her, that she needed him to make sure she was ok. She started crying again, and this time he knew what was wrong. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you too, Johanna."

They stopped crying after a while, and then he had to go. She knew it was the last time that she was going to see him. It was announced that he died soon after.

She didn't let go of him, she wrote letters, she cried his name in the night, and she shivered whenever somebody mentioned him. She thought the hurting would never end. Then she remembered her. The girl that was pregnant with his child. She went to District 4. She saw him again, she saw him in the baby's brilliant shining eyes, those innocent eyes. She lived with them until she grew old. It took some time, but the hurting stopped.

She was eighty-three when she saw him again.

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