The first time I read the Catching Fire, I thought Finnick was a creepy stalker. In Mockingjay, when he died, I went into a major mental depression state. Now, rereading (not for the last time) I still can't believe his death. I'm sorry if this is similar to another Fanfic, that is not my intention if there actually is another.
Hoping my telepathic skills will finally kick in, I speak to Annie during my last moments.
Remember me.
I would like to tell you how I have never met another person who I love as much as you. Nobody, ever, could compete with your compassion. Others may not see it, but I do. To me, it shines straight through you and into my eyes.
I understand your pain. We all get it, being Victors. And it gets better. Just hang in there, Annie. Everything will be all right soon.
You looked beautiful in your wedding dress. More gorgeous than I have ever seen you before. Never forget that day. It was the happiest of my life.
Whenever you are broken, beaten, or simply lost in life, think of me, and I will always be there for you. And one day, hopefully many years from now, we will see each other again and lock our hands together for eternity.
If you find another man, that is fine. I know it will be lonely without someone that cares for you. Make sure he will put his own life below yours, keeping you safe from the rest of the world. I know love is difficult, I found out the hard way. Trust me on this. Just as long as you keep me in your heart, anything is okay with me.
Also, keep the baby safe.
The last thing I see is her face, smiling, warmth radiating off of her skin.
What? You say they never had a child? Look in the last chapter (not the epilogue) in Mockingjay and it will hint at it. At first, I never knew it because it doesn't exactly scream it in your face. Sorry it's so short. Please review! (Don't be too harsh, this is my first hurt/comfort Fanfic. My others are parodies.)
