Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/N: It's been a long time since I wrote a story. I hope you'll enjoy reading.

Finnick was on his way to the beach, with a flower in hand. The sun was already setting but he knew Annie would be there. She was always there, but she didn't go swimming or anything. She was just there, sitting by the shore, staring off into space. The thing about Annie, well, she's special. She has certain problems which included her closing her eyes and covering her ears, laughing when it was unnecessary, and staring into the distance at strange times. And Finnick loves her.

He finally reached the beach, and then he sat next to her. He tucked the flower behind her ear and he caressed it softly. "Hi, Annie," he said, smiling at her.

But then, no response. He should have been used to it by now, that she has gone mad for the fact that she saw her fellow tribute's beheading in the 70th Hunger Games. But he still kept wishing she would say something to him. So after a few minutes of silence, he told her what he was up to that day. Knowing that she would listen even though she wouldn't respond. He probably looks stupid because it looks like he's only talking to himself. But, he didn't care. He'd do anything for Annie.

Time went on. There wasn't a single day where Finnick didn't go to the beach, tucked a flower behind her ear, and tell her what he did that day. He was always there for Annie.

"I know you're in there, because you promised me once. So I'm just gonna wait until you come out," he told her and he meant it. He wouldn't mind wasting time for his Annie. She meant everything to him. Everything.

And then one day, he did the usual thing. He tucked a flower behind her ear and greeted her a, "Hi Annie." he remained silent for a while, not sure of what to say or what to do.

"Hi, Finnick. How was your day?" a voice said. A voice he recognized, a voice of an angel. Not just any angel, but his angel. Finnick turned to her, and for the first time after a long time, he saw her smiling at him.

It was a perfect picture, and Finnick couldn't be any happier. He dreaded this moment for weeks, and it had finally arrived. He kissed her on the forehead and hugged her for a while. Instantly, she hugged back. His eyes began to water, but he didn't want to cry. Not now. He wanted to cherish this moment, this perfect moment, so that he has something to look back to.

After a few breaths, Annie finally pulled away. She sat there with her legs crossed, ready to listen to what Finnick did that day.

Finnick chuckled, then sighed in contentment. "Well, I talked to Katniss this morning…"

A/N: What do you guys think? xx