A/N: So I've finally wrote something new :') Enjoy a Finnick x Annie one-shot.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own these characters, otherwise Finnick would be frolicking through a meadow right now.
"President Snow used to… sell me… my body, that is," I begin in a flat, removed tone. "I wasn't the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it."I watch myself on the screen, my face completely devoid of emotion, but if you know me well enough and if you look carefully enough... You can see my knuckles clenched, and my face pale, anxiety running through my veins. I knew I had done the right thing, though; no matter how hard it was. It meant that Annie had a better chance of staying alive; and coming back to me.
Of course, Annie already knew what I did every night, before the war waged, and she would never say anything, but I will always remember the betrayal and hurt in her emerald, green eyes as I got up and left the comforts of our bed... For another bed with another woman. It would break my heart all over again.
Only Annie can have that effect on me; breaking my heart into a million pieces over and over again, armed only with a certain look in those beautifully bright eyes.
But I think we both knew, that no matter hard it was for both of us, I would do it night after night, after night. It was all to keep Annie safe. Even if it meant I would be broken beyond anyone's repair; even Annie's.
Those cold, dark nights in bed with any woman other than Annie filled me with regret and hatred. A hatred for the Capitol, for forcing me to abandon Annie every night. A hatred for Snow, for... well, for being Snow. But most of all... A hatred for myself, for allowing it to happen.
A/N: I hope you liked it... Please review, it inspires me to write and I honestly get so excited whenever I get an email.