I was just told that I have a baby. Finnick and my baby. Our baby. He will come back from his adventure soon with Gale and Katniss and Peeta. Peeta is scary, but Finnick doesn't let him hurt me. Finnick should be coming home today. I begin to think of names for our baby.
Maybe James. That's what my name would have been if I was a boy. Or Diesel. Or Kain. Or maybe it's a girl like me. Her name could be Azelia. Or Rose. Or Kae. Or maybe Finnick can think of a name. I get to tell him we have a baby when he comes back!
I smile and fall onto Finnick's bed. My bed. Our bed. There is a picture of Finnick. His hair is so pretty and red. He says my hair is pretty, but it's just brown. Not like his. I love him. I love Finnick and he loves me. That's why I'm not Annie Cresta anymore, but Annie Odair. I smile again.
Finnick. Finnick. His hair is pretty. He can swim. He can swim really well. I like him a lot. I love him. I liked it when we got married. He kissed me and I looked really pretty. That's what he said. He kisses me a lot now. He also holds my hand all the time. I like it when he holds my hand and kisses me.
The door opens and someone walks through. Its not Finnick, but they say that everyone is back from their adventure. That means Finnick is back! But he says no. They say that Finnick isn't coming back. He says that Finnick is gone. He says that Finnick died. I stare.
NO! Finnick is not gone! Not my Finnick! He isn't gone. He isn't dead! He promised me he would come back! And I need to tell him about the baby! He isn't dead! Not my Finnick. He wouldn't do this to me.
I shove the stranger out the door because he must be crazy. Finnick isn't dead. The stranger shouts in alarm and its loud. I cover my ears and scream. I turn around to face our room. It's now just my room. I wail loudly and fall onto our bed. My bed now. It smells like Finnick. Finnick is dead.
Finnick! Finnick where are you! Finnick why did you leave me here alone! Please come back! Please don't leave me! Finnick! Why are you dead? Why are you gone?
Tears fall onto my pillow and soak it. Its salty like the ocean where I first saw Finnick. He had just gotten out of the water and he was talking to a girl. He ran his hand through his hair. His hair is really pretty. Was really pretty. He is dead.
Finnick! I want you to come back! I want you to hold my hand and kiss me! Please just come back! I need you Finnick! Please come back…
I curl up under the covers and bite my arm. He would always come when I was hurt so I make sure that it hurts. I want him to come back. I want him to hold me in his arms. He is never coming back.
Finnick…