Title: Knots
Summary: "Finnick's... dead." The words pierced her like a knife. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and die peacefully and be with him. She knew that's not what he wants though. He never wanted her to give up. And that's when she remembered the rope. Finnick/Annie One-shot. Reviews please
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games is a series owned by the author Suzanne Collins. I do not own anything in this story.
"I-I need to talk to you, Annie," Katniss stuttered as she reached the girl, her dark hair flowed down like a waterfall, her sea green eyes filled with excitement.
"Where's Finnick?" She asked as she followed Katniss away from the hovercraft into the corridors.
"That's what I need to talk about."
Annie gave a questioning look, glancing over her shoulder quickly, before looking back at Katniss just to hear the words she never wanted to hear.
"F-Finnick's…dead."
Shock, fear, anger, sadness, everything. It just washed over her, mostly sadness, agony, and pain. "No! No, no no no no! Finnick can't be dead, h-he's not dead! No!" Annie screamed, then crouched down, her knees up to her chest, her hands covering her ears. A state that only Finnick was able to get her out of.
It all just happened too fast, one day he was here, holding her tight, never wanting to let her go, then they come back, and she gets the news that her husband is dead. The tears flooded her vision, running down her cheeks like a flood as she sobbed. Katniss was saying something, but no words got through. She was too caught up trying to accept the news.
Slowly, she moved her hands down to her stomach area, slowly moving her right hand up and down. Finnick's child. To be raised without a father. "I'm sorry." Was the only thing that she heard from Katniss.
After what felt like forever, she was escorted back to her and what used to also be Finnick's compartment. They left her alone, allowing her to mourn. She cried into her bed, wishing it was Finnick's chest, with his hand stroking her hair softly. All she wanted to do was just curl up and die, to rest with him. That's not what he wanted her to do, he wanted her to stay strong, for him and for his son. It will be hard. She knew that. Coping with out him, his soft touch, perfect smile, beautiful eyes, and calming voice.
Annie sat up, rubbing the tears from her eyes when she remembered something. Something that he said got him through his time with out her. When her vision cleared, she looked up at the dresser. There it sat. The rope, his therapy,
Knots.
A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this, but I still like it. I've had the idea for a while, and since FinnickxAnnie is my favorite couple ever, I just had to do this. So please, read and review :) Critiques are welcomed. Very welcomed.
