A/N- Ok, so I was bored and I just daydreamed up a good idea for a one-shot. So this is what I thought of and I hope you like it!

Let my obsession with Finnick continue...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games

Alone.

That's how I used to feel. When I was just a boy of fourteen, with the line between life and death so thin that one false move, one second of daydream could stop my heart beating. Could snatch my life away without a care, or a second thought. When you're just you, by yourself in a world where everyone's your enemy and nowhere is safe. Where pain is your neighbour and death is your teacher. Where you sleep out in the open, waiting for either dehydration or another person to kill you. End your life in one split second. That's when you feel most alone.

Lost.

A feeling I have never escaped. The feeling that comes and goes like day and night. Like the air inside your lungs; entering and leaving in a rhythm that won't be stopped until you die. Lost is a feeling I've felt too many times. When you don't know where you are, or why you're there. When you don't know who is your friend and who is your enemy. When you don't even know yourself anymore. That's when you feel most lost.

Wanting

The need, the craving for something. For someone. That force inside you that reaches out, longing for that one person. That one person who feels what you feel. Who sees what you see. Who knows what you know. That one person; that singleperson alone, who can change how you feel. Who can make you see the light at the end of that infernal cave that you're trapped inside. That one person that could let you out; let you be the person you are inside. When you have that person beside you, everything makes sense. That's when the wanting stops.

"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" Katniss asks, refraining from her knots.

I look at my own piece of rope. The corse strings weaved tightly; bonded in an unbreakable connection. When I winded them round between my bleeding fingers, the sense of pain had passed. No amount of blood or raw patches on my skin could hurt me any more than I am now. No physical pain could outnumber the pain I feel inside.

"No" I reply after a short while. "She crept up on me"

I try to smile to ease my thoughts and fight away the depression that's slowly taking over my mind. But I can't. I can't smile when there's nothing to smile about. The memories of her should make me happy, but they just make me long for her even more. What I would do to hold her again; to feel her breath against my neck and feel her heart beating under her skin. Close to mine.

"They're back. We're wanted in the hopsital" The door is pushed open and Haymitch stands in the doorway. "That's all I know"

He disappears behind the door and we're left alone again. Katniss turns to me and stares into my eyes, trying to reach out to me. But she can't get to me. I can't hear her words or see her pleading eyes. All I can think about is Annie.

A hand takes mine and I'm pulled out the room and towards the hospital. People are talking, doctors are shouting, the wounded are being wheeled around in beds. All this hustle around me, but I don't hear a thing. I can't hear over the pounding of my heart.

"Finnick!" A voice echoes throughout the hall. I can hear this voice over everyone else and now, it's the most important thing I could ever hear. "Finnick!"

It's her. She runs towards me; her ebony hair swishing behind her in a mass of tangled beauty. Her sea green eyes focus on mine, drawing me into a connection. An unbreakable connection. She's wearing but a sheet and her legs break out from underneath, unstoppable as she races toward me.

I find my legs moving from beneath me and I begin to run too. My feet hit the ground hard, but I keep going and going. We meet in the middle and collide into each other's bodies. The force of the hit causes us to fall backwards, crashing into the wall. I feel the pain, all I can feel is her skin against mine and her breath on my neck.

My fingers tremble as they run through her curled hair and my lips kiss her again and again and again. Her warm skin tingles against my lips as they press together. I can smell and taste the salt from her, reminding me of our days we spent running along the beach, hand in hand. How happy we used to be and how happy I am now to have her back.

I no longer feel alone. I no longer feel lost. And I have what I want.

"Finnick" She mumbles into my chest. "Don't let go"

A/N- That's just my interpretation of Finnick's thoughts about Annie.

So yeah, I would really like to know what you thought about it. I have more ideas for one-shots with the 'don't let me go' theme, so if you want more like this then PLEASE REVIEW!

Thanks, FireflyLlama x