Annie's tears dripped down her face as she held her child close to her, as if he was her link to sanity. Which in a way, he was. Finnick Odair II, he looked just like his father with bronze hair and beautiful sea green eyes. He reminded Annie of Finnick so much that she wanted to hurt the poor child just to get her husband out of her mind.
The father of this child died in the third revolution, mutations pulled at him limb by limb until there was nothing. She was never there, but Annie still heard his screams in her nightmares. Sobs shook her body every night thinking about him. The original Finnick Odair was a good man and never deserved to die at the hands of something so cruel.
But tears weren't only for sadness, of course. She cried tears of happiness also, like when her baby boy was born. She was so overcome with joy that she almost collapsed. Everyday Finnick Jr. woke up she rejoiced, happy that not everyone she loved was taken away by the hands of the capitol.
Annie had wanted to prolong his childhood as much as she good, since her own was stripped away from her. He grew up though, with a wonderful heart and a beautiful face to match. He got married and had children himself, in a world where everyone was treated fairly and equally. No stupid Capitol to control them anymore.
Annie grew up also, she grew old still slightly insane. But the day before she died her son visited her with caring eyes he hugged her as if it was his last hug from his mother. Annie smiled as tears streaked her aged face, embraced in her hug she thought, 'I guess I really was never truly alone'.
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