Annie never knew that she would one day have a child.
But then again, as her mother always said, life was full of surprises, especially in a world like this. Where people wore poofy purple wigs, and await the next batch of teenagers to be chosen for slaughter. She never thought she would be a contender in the Capitol's dreadful games, or that she would meet a man as sweet as Finnick. But it just happened.
The child started to cry again, causing Annie to cover her ears. Halibut's wails reminded her of the cries for help in the arena, pleading for her to save them. Sadly, fear had overcome her and she just took off. Away from the blood and carnage. Away from the blood-curdling screams. She wanted to see his sea-green eyes again. To be in his arms.
She knew he was a victor, and he was a very handsome one too. The sex trade had stopped them from seeing each other. When she had been chosen, everybody knew she would lose. She was too weak, too frail to even pick up an ax. The only thing she could do was swim. So when they flooded the arena, the water reminded her of his eyes. She knew she had to keep going, and she did. Annie wouldn't die. Not that day.
But those screams still taunted her. She will never forget her games.
And when they had announced that Finnick had died, she tried her best not to fall down and die. He was her life. The only thing that made her determined to be a victor.
They never told her his cause of death. And she never asked.
She walked over to Halibut's room, the baby's face red and wet with tears. Annie never took care of a baby. Not until she had Halibut.
But once he opened his eyes, to show off the sparkling sea-green color she was familiar with, maybe her love was gone, but reborn into the small baby.
She only knew him for 3 weeks, but she knew she loved him with all her heart.