A/N: Ohmygosh! 2 chapters in one day! Oh, yeah. I'd also like to thank the first two people who reviewed my first story. The nice reviews meant so much to me as a first time fanfic writer, so thanks so much. Anyway, back to the story…
Disclaimer: I don't own Mr. or Mrs. Odair
Dearest Finnick,
How odd is it, that you are the one sending me into the Arena now? I remember when you first went, you were so nervous. You did marvelous, and I was so happy. But then I remember when you got back. You were different. Faker? And it was so hard to talk to you. Like you were trying to block the memories from the Arena by becoming hard. And it took forever for you to open up to me. And the horrors you told me, and how you felt, oh Finn. And sometimes when you get called to the Capitol, it's like you just got back from the Arena all over again, and it hurts so much. And you think that Mags doesn't tell me that you cry in your sleep, begging for the people to stop coming, and for your mother to come back. And your family, oh your beautiful dead family. I can see how it haunts you, your eyes tell me how you think it's your fault. But it's not, there's nothing you can do to stop death. Not your families, and not mine. Yes, I'm going to die, but it's okay Finn. There are so many beautiful people in this world that you can love besides me. And I hope that you can forget and move on, Finn. Don't you dare linger on my death. And I never told anyone this, but Finn? I love you. I love you. I love you times a million. And if I had a choice, I would stay with you forever, and we would fish and swim together forever. But we can't. And I'll wait for you. In death, I'll wait.
Yours as long as you'll have me,
Annie Cresta