Even though I never really liked Finnick, maybe at the end I did, everyone deserves a memory, a proper funeral and a ceremony. One that was not given, when he died, he plagued my dreams for the week, his death over and over, and I wonder if Katniss felt like that, if she too, never said good-bye.
His life flashed before his eyes, the sea, glittering in the morning light. The silver parachute that brought him the trident in his hunger games, Annie in her wedding dress, then nothing.
Katniss called nightlock three times into the holo and chucked it over the edge, exploding and killing the rest of the lizard mutts, and blowing Finnick's dying body into pieces.
Katniss ran away, leaving what was left of Finnick to lay there, with the lizard mutts, though he wouldn't know that his destroyed body was lying in the wastes.
Annie was his last thought, Annie in her wedding dress, Annie with his child, Annie, his one true love.
When Katniss came back, she told Annie that he didn't make it, and even though Annie knew it was true deep down, she wouldn't let it cross her mind, no, she was sure that he would walk though that door and sweep her off her feet.
"Finnick," she wailed that night, lying in a bed that was once shared by two, "where are you Finnick? Why are you gone?"
"Go to sleep Annie," whispered the nurse, who had come up as soon as she had heard of Finnick's death, knowing very well that Annie would be unstable.
"But he hasn't said goodnight," she cried, stuffing her sheets into her mouth, the thing that she did when she was consumed in grief and worry.
"I'm sorry Annie," the nurse whispered as she injected drugs into her system, pulling her into a lull, slowly pulling her into sleep, into dreams, full of Finnick and life without him.
Short and sweet, let me know what you think, as it may become a multi-chapter.