Tomorrow
NOTE: All characters, plot…everything regarding the Hunger Games trilogy belongs to Suzanne Collins and not to me. Thank you
This is the story of Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. Finnick and Annie never really knew each other, and they never really wanted to; she never needed anyone, and he always needed someone, and they never realized how much they needed each other. She snuck up on him. Now he's stuck on her.
PROLOGUE
Long before the Hunger Games, and Panem, and humanity got tired of living in a world that actually had human emotion, in that long space of time, I guess me and Annie might have never met. I've heard stories, about a world with many countries, and something like 7 billion people, and it makes me wonder if I would be known the way I was. If, out of 7 billion people, I would make a difference. More importantly, if, out of 7 billion people, Annie would have chosen me.
My mom used to tell me that being nostalgic is unbecoming of an Odair, so I'd just like to say this: I loved Annie Cresta very much, but not nearly for long enough. It's time for me to let her go, so that maybe she can learn to one day let me go too. I wish this didn't have to happen; I never wanted to let her go, and I still don't. But I can't change the fact that I died. I can, however, tell you what I believe to be the greatest love story of all time. And it all starts with Annie.
I didn't want to fall in love, really; after the Hunger Games, I was so used to this feeling of being used by everyone and having people only ever want me for one thing that I didn't believe anyone ever actually could love me. But, and you'll find out exactly when this was, at some point, she smiled, and, well, I blew it. I loved her. I haven't stopped.
You know, most people think, after death, because that person doesn't exist anymore, any love they had on earth ceases to exist with them. But that's not true-even death has a heart. And, dead or alive, I will always love Annie, but she can never know that. She needs to move on. I need to move on. And in order to do that, I need to leave this story behind me. I'll always carry it in my heart, but I need to forget about it. And in order to do that, I need to tell someone. And I'm telling you.
So here it is: Finnick Odair's last word. I bet a lot of people never thought this was going to happen, that I could never actually die. But I did. And now, it's time for me to go, but before I do, Annie needs to know how much I love her. She needs to know that, so that we can both let go. This story is me letting go, ok? Here it is. This is it.
And Annie, I love you. And I'm so, so sorry.