Finnick. I wake with his name in my mouth, the taste of everything he was saturates my tongue. It's been seven years. Seven years I've spent mourning the death of my husband but also being joyous watching our son, Lucian, grow up before my eyes. At night when the lights are off and he's long since been put to sleep, I cry. Silent sobs rack my body as I think of how much he resembles his father. He has his eyes, Finnick's beautiful eyes tinted in all different hues of blue and green. His hair is the same grainy blonde color, the only thing he took from me is my freckles. They seem to lightly dust his cheek bones, stopping to frame his nose. I cry until there are no more tears to be shed, at least not until the next day. I wish he could know Finnick, he needs his father. After my games I'd stopped believing in a God, but now I like to think Finn is up there with God, silently looking down on his son. During the days I try to no avail to teach Lucian to spear a fish. He always manages to place a smile on my face, when he laughs. We must look like a crazy pair, flailing as we stumble around in the water. Lucian looks up at me, the low set sun shining through wisps of blonde hair "Momma" he says in a soft voice "I don't think we're any good at fishing" I can't help but to laugh, even my Seven year old son can see how hopeless I am with fish. "Well, how about we try with the net?" I laugh, softly ruffling his hair with my free hand. The sun shines in my direction causing me to close my eyes but when I do, I see Finnick's face. The colors of his eyes drip down into a pool of melted crayola, the blues and greens closely mingling. I force the tear drops not to fall onto my cheek, Lucian can't see me weak, I won't allow it. Not after so many years of him not having me stable, I open my eyes forcing the image away. "Momma, are you okay?" He asks me. Such an innocent question with too many possible answers. I don't trust my voice to stay steady, so I quickly try on my best convincing smile and nod. Lucian turns to face the sun, squinting his eyes when a flock of birds waft across the open skies. "I want to spear a fish" Lucian says straightening out his back. I smile to myself, noticing his determination. Another trait he's stolen from his father of course, I would've given up by now. The only reason I ever learned to swim was because of Finnick, he just wouldn't give up no matter how many times I turned him down. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a shout come from Lucian's mouth, instantly I turn to him with a panicked look in my eyes no doubt. "It's okay! I got one, I finally got one!" Lucian shouts happily. He holds up his make shirt spear, just a long stick that's been sharpened at the end. There is a fish on the end of it, the scales glisten against the setting sun and I smile with a proud look stuck on my face. "Amazing! It's a great size too, dinner will be a celebration of this" I say, the corners of my mouth turning up to form a smile. I watch as his eyes crinkle in the corners, his smile so wide I'm surprised it all fits on his face. The sun lowers in the sky turning it a swirl of pinks, purples, and blues. "Come on little man, lets get you and your fish inside where it's warm and out of this water" I say to him, my hand gently nudging him forward. He smiles his toothy smile at me, splashing his way to the shore as I follow closely behind him. If I close my eyes, I can almost hear him. In my minds eye I can see Finnick and I sitting on this same beach shore, before the games and before we were both damaged beyond repair. That time seems so far gone, my memory is withering with time and I fear before long i'll even forget Finnick's face. Any picture I might of had of him has long since been destroyed in the rebellion, his face appears now only in my memories. "Momma" Lucian says, only then do I realize my feet have been blindly following him into the house while my mind wandered elsewhere. "Yes my little fisherman?" I say with a soft grin on my face. He gives me a soft smile and in that instant I know what he wants. He speaks in a hushed tone "What are the hunger games?"