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They were all talking to me, their voices were soothing, their words were calming. I wondered what they were saying, perhaps they were discussing the latest war tactic. It was Haymitch after all, and Plutarch, Katniss was there. Why was I here again? I couldn't remember. The war was over wasn't it? Katniss was back so yes it must have been, but then...
"Where's Finnick?" I look around the room at all three of them. Then I realize there are four, Peeta is there too. They stare at me with wide eyes and pale faces, I think that's what I look like all the time, I can't be sure.
"Um, Annie," it's Peeta talking with his shaky voice "we were just talking about that." He looks at me with pleading eyes, sending me some kind of silent message, since I rarely get even spoken messages any more, there was no way for me to understand this.
"Oh I thought it was..." My voice trails off along with my train of thought. When did my nails get this long? I would have to cut them soon.
"Yeah, listen kid," I smiled at Haymitch's term of endearment, at least thats what I thought it was. "He's dead." Haymitch looks like he could use a drink, in fact they all did.
"Who's dead?" Is Katniss crying? I hope whoever has died wasn't to close to her. Maybe it was her friend Gale, that would be a shame, he was so nice, or maybe that was his younger brother, she confused them alot.
"Finnick." Finnick? Finnick who? I only knew one Finnick. My Finnick. I wonder where he is.
No one was saying anything. I felt bad for this other Finnick, I'm sure he was a nice boy. They were all looking at me, with almost worried eyes, I was used to this look, but they were staring as if they expected something to happen. Then it hit me, all those things he had said about coming back, were never going to be true. They were talking about My Finnick, and I had lost him.
The room spun, I felt myself start to twitch. It was something that had occured often when I had left my games, the twitching, now it had come back. My arms encircled my stomach, the one that our baby was growing in, he would never meet his father. I throw up.
9 Months Later
He had his eyes, deep ocean blue eyes that made me smile and feel like I was falling into them, just like his father. Sometimes I would forget he was there. Not on purpose, but I was alone now, Finnick was gone, every so often it would hit me so hard that I would curl up in a ball and wish that everything would just end. But then he was there with his eyes and bubbly little laugh and I felt like maybe I could find a little bit of Finnick in him, as long as I had my baby.
AN:I'm not sure the timing would really be right for this, because Katniss and Peeta were sent back to twelve but I felt like they should have been here for this moment. I also feel like Finnick should never had died but that is beside the point:)