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Dreaming of You
Annie Odair walked upstairs to bed. She had just got her son, Finn, back to sleep. She felt extremely tired. She hadn't realized that being a mother was this hard and tiring. Not to mention being a single mum. But she didn't mind. He was named after his father, Finnick, who had died in the revolution against the Capitol. She had married Finnick in District 13. They had been so happy together and it was like all the fog had cleared from her mind. They all assumed she was still mad but mad was such a harsh word. She preferred madly in love. Because that's what she was. What she still was. If only Finnick could come back. But no one can raise the dead.
President Snow's horrible mutts had killed her husband in cold blood. The Dark Times were over now but there was no reversing the damage caused. No bringing back the dead. Annie was sad that Finnick would never know their child. At the same time, though, she was happy. She had a beautiful baby boy and enough happy memories of before she was reaped and of Finnick to last her a lifetime.
Finn was like his father already. He had that cheeky grin and loveable, reckless nature that had drawn her to Finnick. The boy had his mother's red hair and his father's sea-green eyes. She could tell he was going to be handsome when he grew up. Annie yawned widely and climbed into bed.
She dreamed of Finnick. His bronze hair gleamed in the light of the sun, making it almost golden. His eyes danced with light and life. They were standing on the beach in District 4, where they had first met. He came across the sand and took their son from her arms. Now that they were up close, she could see the sadness in his eyes.
'Finnick? What's wrong?'
'I'm sorry Annie.'
'Sorry? What about?'
'Everything. I didn't want to leave you but I had to. Snow had to be stopped. At least I got to see you and our son one last time. He looks just like you.' He looked at her right in the eyes. 'When he gets older, tell him about me. Tell him about the revolution and all those who died needlessly. Tell him that his father died for a good cause and that he's sorry he had to go.'
Finnick handed her their son back. He gave her one last smile. 'Be strong.'
Annie watched as the love of her life turned and walked into the water. He looked back, waved once and faded into the sunset. Annie screamed after him.
'No! Finnick, come back! Don't leave me! Please!'
Annie collapsed on the sand, crying and whispering for Finnick to come back.
Annie woke up with a start. She could taste salt on her lips and her cheeks were wet with tears. She'd dreamed of Finnick many times but none of them were like this. As she lay and wept she tried to convince herself that it was just a dream and that Finnick had not meant to leave her. But she believed it less and less. Finnick had jumped into the attack recklessly. Why? Didn't he think about her? Didn't he think about their son? She heard crying from the next room. She sighed. She forced herself out of bed and walked to Finn's room. When she gazed down at her red-haired, green-eyed son, all her anger at Finnick evaporated. Sure, Finnick couldn't be with her anymore but he was in a better place. She could feel he was watching down on them. And he had given her their son to remind her of him. While Finnick may be absent in person, he would always be present in her heart.
She would be patient for she knew she would see him again.