Yeah, this one's a bit short. Sorry if any of the characters are a little OOC here. Sorry, too, if this one's a bit too sappy for you. I don't know much about proposals. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this fanfiction belongs to me. Everything belongs to Suzanne Collins, the wonderful person who created THG series.


Finnick clasps my hand as we stroll down the beach. Plutarch had given us permission to escape from the confines of underground District Thirteen today. I wonder why. All the other times I asked him, he said either "No Annie" or "Coin will punish us all" or whatever excuses he could come up with. But I am not stupid.

He wouldn't allow us to go aboveground because the Capitol will spot us and try to capture us. Duh. Just because I'm declared 'mentally disoriented' doesn't mean I'm stupid. But I wonder what makes today different from all the other days.

"The sky is stunning today, Finnick," I comment, trying to break the silence. Finnick smiles at me. I smile back at him.

Finnick. The most wonderful man in the whole country—no, the whole world. He is the one who holds me when I'm having my terrible nightmares. He is one of the few who accepts me for who I am. And he is one of the only people in the world who don't veer away from me because I'm 'Mad Girl'. Finnick. I love him.

"Yes, just like you, my beautiful Annie." Finnick compliments. I can feel myself blush under the intense heat. But I snort. "What's so funny, Annie?" Finnick asks me. I keep laughing, and it takes a while before I calm down. It's just so funny, how he can call me beautiful when he's the one with the looks adored by everybody.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just that… how can you say I'm beautiful when you're absolutely gorgeous, Finnick?" I ask in return. "You're the one adored, loved by everybody. And who am I? I'm just a mad girl, Finnick. I don't deserve you." I say, voicing my thoughts. I place a mat over the burning sand and sit down. Finnick does too.

"But Annie," Finnick says earnestly, "you're not just a mad girl. And it is I who doesn't deserve you." He plants a kiss on my lips.

"Finnick…" I stammer. "I don't understand. How can you love someone like me? I'm all… broken. You deserve someone who is whole, someone who won't get lost in her nightmares. I don't deserve someone like you, Finnick. I don't understand why you…" I trail off.

"But I want you, Annie, my love," Finnick says, pulling me in for a kiss. At first, it's gentle, testing if I'm ready. I am. Then, it gets stronger, more passionate. We stop to breathe. And that's when Finnick talks. "You don't have to understand why, just know that I love you, and I always will, no matter what." Finnick says, breathing heavily.

I blush immensely. "I'll always love you too, Finnick, even if you grow tired of loving me."

Finnick laughs. "I'll never grow tired of loving you, Annie." Finnick replies. "That's why I have to ask you a really, really important question." But before I could ask my question—"What is it?"—Finnick pulls out a box and pops it open. Inside is a golden band with a pearl resting on top. A ring. "Annie Cresta, I can't live without you. Will you marry me, Annie?"

My mouth stays open. I honestly didn't expect this. But before I could even think about it, I willingly blurt out, "Yes!"

"Thank you." Finnick says, relieved. Now I finally understand why Plutarch gave us permission to go outside for a while. Finnick grins at me. I grin back at him. Finnick pulls me in for another kiss. And this time, it's passionate from the very beginning.


Please review! Thank you. I apologize for any inaccuracies, as I don't know if D13 has a beach… :D