AN-This is my first story on . It's very short, and even though it's obviously a one shot, I might write a companion, in Finnick's POV. Thanks, and be kind please!
He couldn't carry both of us.
Finnick Odair was so many things to me. My winning tribute, my adopted son, my legacy, my caretaker. In my old age, and with my husband gone, Finnick was the only one there. I was eighty years old, sure, but I depended on him. A twenty something man who was loved by many women in Panem, but the one he loved was a mad girl back home.
He couldn't carry both of us.
His love was the reason I had volunteered for these Games. Annie Cresta. Finnick's love, the reason he spent all his time back at her house, trying to make her remember what life had been before Topaz was beheaded, before the dam burst, before she was crowned a victor of the Hunger Games. The girl who was carrying his child.
He couldn't carry both of us.
He couldn't carry both me and the boy who loved our mockingjay, the girl who would lead Panem to a rebellion, to the end of the Hunger Games. Without him, the mockingjay would…fly away. I made my decision.
He couldn't carry both of us.
I walked into the mist, so much like the ones we have in district four. The pain was instantaneous. My limbs were jerking around madly. As I approached the darkness, I knew I had made the right choice. I smiled for the cameras one last time. And I let the darkness wash over me.
