AUTHOR'S NOTE: Forgive the weird formatting. I copied&pasted this from another site I wrote it on, put it on word, and uploaded it to here, so it's gonna look a bit messed up.
My love,
The waves lap at my toes as I glance out into the distant sunrise, wishing you were here. Next week, it'll be 13 years since the day I lost you to the rebellion, to those filthy mutts that President Snow set out. Thirteen years since we wed, and twelve and a half years since little Finnick Junior was born. Can you believe that he's absolutely the spitting image of you? He got my purely green eyes, but other than that... Finnick. Sometimes it pains me to look at him and see your angular jaw line, your quirky smile, your breathtaking golden hair...there's so many things.
When you died, whatever small shred of sanity nestled deep inside of me withered up and died with you. For months, maybe even years, I lost track of time for awhile, I was so unstable, that Katniss and Peeta-the two district 12 tributes you were allies with in the old days of the Hunger Games-had to take Finnick Junior along with their two children, Goldenrod Cinna Mellark, the boy, and Lilac Primrose Mellark, the girl. They wanted to have another child- and if it was male, name it Briar Finnick Mellark, but I refused. There's only one child allowed to carry on the Finnick name, and that's our child. Anyways, they took him. For awhile, when Finnick Junior first came back to me, after I was treated by some very kind doctors, he thought Katniss was his mother. I sobbed for days after that, until Finnick Junior figured it all out, although I think Haymitch, out of all people, explained it all to him. (I've heard of Haymitch's bitter, drunken days. You'll be glad to know those days are over, although he's still a bit bitter.)
My thoughts...they seem scattered, don't they? I suppose I'm still not fully there, despite the doctor's countless hours of attempting to treat my insanity, as they called it. Now, they say, I'm back to normal. The truth is, Finnick, my one love, I know I'll never be normal. Maybe I seem that way, but there's still a gaping hole inside of me that only your pure, true, affection for me filled in. Finnick, you were the thing that made me feel whole, even after the treatment the capitol put me through, making me mad. You showed me so much affection as one of the two mentors, even if Mags was my real mentor, and were still equally as affectionate through everything. Remember when I got to District 13, and you wouldn't let go of my hand? I want you here like that now, never letting go of my hand, sitting next to me in the sand as we watch Finnick Junior frolic through the waves, enveloping me in love.
This...These thoughts are too depressing, yet too happy and falsely hopeful at the same time. I don't know what to feel...May as well change the subject back to Finnick Junior. He's doing fantastic, growing and thriving so well. He's now almost thirteen can you believe it? They grow up so fast... Finnick Junior is the most loving, understanding, caring, responsible child ever; he's more of an adult than I am half the time. I'm so proud of him, and I know you would be too.
I miss you, Finnick...I still love you, too. I always will. You were the one constant in my life, and then you just...left. I just hope that wherever you go after death, you're still watching over me. This is such a foolish hope though, because I'm positive if there is somewhere you go after death, you're watching over me-and Finnick Junior. I'll always remember, Finnick. Remember the salt-water kisses, the delighted twinkle in your sea-green eyes, my wedding dress, and the smile that was always playing across your lips when I was around.
I will love you forever and ever,
Annie.
