A/N: Hihi! So, anyone who knows me knows that firstly: I'm OBSESSED with The Hunger Games and secondly: I LOVE Finnick and Annie as a couple 3. And I felt like writing a oneshot between them.
Also, I asked my friend what I should put in the summary, and she said: 'uhm. ANNIE AND FINNICK RULE. K THX BAI. *cheeky smile*' I felt like I had to put it in somewhere. . . don't ask me why.
Please review! I'm not 100% my stories are good, so some feedback would be totally awesome!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!
-TheGreenFire

I can hear my name being called through the crowd, a scream of longing and delight.

I know the voice immediately, I know the person that the voice belongs to her. And I need to get to her. I need to see her. This could just be a dream, after all. This could just be one of my many nightmares, where I hear her calling for me, needing me, and no matter how much I run, how much I search, how much I scream for her, I can never find her.

But it's not a nightmare, its reality. I see a flash of her pale skin, her wild brown hair, her vibrant green eyes, and I can still hear her voice; a shriek of joy. I leap forwards, sprinting towards her, not caring about all the people I'm shoving out of my way. I need to get to her. She needs to get to me. We need to be together.

It feels like an eternity before we finally reach each other. Neither of us hesitates when we do. We slam into each other and hold on to each other. We hug so tightly that we lose our balance and fall against a wall. But I don't care. We don't care. We just care that we're finally together. After thinking we would never see each other again after the Reaping; that we would have to wait until we reunited in the afterlife, when both of us died. But we are together.

I can hear her crying, and I whisper in her ear. About how much I love her. About how overjoyed I am to see her. About how I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with her. We are reunited forever; there is nothing that will separate us. She whispers back, saying how much she loves me. About how she thought she was going to be stuck behind bars for the rest of her life. We pull back just slightly, only so we can see each other's eyes, which share the same green which is so common in our District. Hardly anyone does not have green eyes. I wipe the tears off of her face, and press my lips against her cheek, not caring that people are staring.

I know she's confused. I would be, too, if I were taken from my home, away from all the people I love, and held captive in a room in the Capitol, the enemy, for so long. And I know how scared she must've felt. Her fragile mind must've been close to shattering, the little sanity she had must've perished, too. Mine was so close to dying. The distance caused pain so constant and so dreadful that I just wanted to curl up and die. I was so terrified that she'd be trapped there forever. That one of us would die long before we could be reunited.

But all those feelings dissolved once I heard her voice and saw her face; all I feel is happiness beyond any I have felt before. There will be no more pain, no more dread, and no more terror in our lives. Just the joy of being together until the day we both die.

I will live forever with Annie in my arms.