Finnick Odair was the literal golden boy. Tall, athletic, sea green eyes, golden skin, golden hair and his trademark, the golden trident. He never wanted for anything and was adored by many. Beautiful. Powerful. Charming. A living-legend; all were used to describe him. The worst, however, was 'hero'. He was the heroic victor from Four who could do no wrong and he hated it. You see, Mr Odair's life was far from heroic. He failed to save many of his tributes from death and killed mercilessly in his own Games. He played the heart-strings of his admirers', never staying. He lied and tricked and dealt in secrets that made his skin crawl. Forced to sell his body he only fought. Fought to satisfy Snow, fought in the Games, fought with Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Annie-. And when the time came he didn't even die a hero. He didn't give his life to save another, no, he was simply too slow and when the mutt delivered the final bite he went out like a candle in the wind, quietly, not as the firework he deserved.
/That's what he thought anyway. /
But we know that he was a friend to the mockingjay, he had no choice in the games, he spoke out against the Capitol, died so others could live freely and loved Annie Cresta more than life. He was beautiful on both the outside and the inside. Finnick Odair was a hero and heroes are never forgotten.
Fin.