It's the first time she's had the courage to visit you since the funeral.

She sits on where you lay with her knees bent and her hands around herself and she looks small. For a long time, she's quiet and just looks around, everywhere but you. It was almost nighttime when she finally speaks.

"The baby was a boy, Finnick." She says to the wind. "He has your eyes. It's quite frightening. I don't think I'll name him after you, though. I don't think I can handle that."

Of course you could. You're strong.

"I don't think I'll have enough strength to face what's happened." She laughs bitterly. "I don't think I'll ever have enough strength to do anything."

Oh yeah?, you laugh, too, tell that to those who drowned in the Games while you were swimming your way to victory.

"I hate you, Finnick." There is no hatred in her voice but there is sorrow and helplessness and anguish. "You promised you'd come back. You lied to me."

I'm sorry, love. I had to. For you. For the baby.

"So much for promises, huh?" Tears pool in her eyes but it doesn't fall to her cheeks - cheeks that once you've caressed and kissed and loved.

So much for promises, you agree.

"I wish you were here." She tightens her grip on her knees and shivers.

I wish that, too. But I am here. I will always be there. Even when I don't seem like I am.

And for the first time you really do wish that. More than anything, and it's selfish, you know, but you yearn to touch her so much that it almost hurts. But you don't. You don't hurt where you are. You don't feel anything.

"Everything's so much better now," a sigh comes from her mouth, "There aren't Games anymore and everyone's free. Peeta and Katniss are getting married in two months. We have a baby. Everything's fine." But this time her voice breaks and tears are present in her cheeks.

That's good. That's good. You want to wipe of the tears with your thumb but there is nothing you can do from where you are.

"You wouldn't have to leave me again, if you were here. We could have had a nice house together and live with the baby. You could have hugged me in the middle of the night when I have nightmares. You could have seen your son. I would have been happy, too. Like- like the rest of them."

You should be, love. You should be happy. I want you to be happy.

"I know that you wouldn't want me like this, Katniss says so but I just hate you so much for leaving me." Her voice is full of hurt and her face is twisted in anguish and your heart actually aches.

No, you don't.

"But not really, you know. I don't think I'll ever hate you. Ever." She wipes the tears herself - because there is no you to do that anymore, like you used to - and stands up to leave. "I love you, Finnick."

This time your heart howls but there is nothing you can do and there is nothing that she hears, only the quiet whispers in the wind.

Because, really, you are nothing more than those quiet whispers.

I love you, too, Annie.

A/N: Wow look at me, writing angst. Look at you, probably not sad enough as I want to you be.

This was rather short...

Oh, well.

Also would like to thank the reviewers in my other fanfics! Y'all make me happy. (Especially you, Proud to be Plug, if you're even reading this.)

Disclaimer: Pretty sure my astrologer told me in my future life I will make a trilogy about kids being thrown into a room and forced to kill themselves.

Not really. Haha.