Warning: This Chapter Contains Spoilers for Mockingjay
I've Had Just Enough Time
"I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life"
-If I Die Young, The Band Perry
"He took my hand, and held it tight. I don't know what to do…now that he's let go."
-Annie Cresta
…o…
The early morning fog cloaked District 4 in a misty grey. She walked along the pier, alone, for the first time since they met. The sharpness of the air and salty ocean breeze took her back to happier times. Finnick's cold wedding ring was strung around her neck.
Annie made her way up to the rocky cliffs that snaked around the shoreline. Suspending hundreds of feet in the air, the jagged stones formed a small cove tucked away from human eyes. It was their secret spot. She stepped out on the ledge and looked down at the black waves.
She unscrewed the lid of a small jar and poured the grainy contents onto her fingertips. The ocean breeze carried the sandy dust away in a swirling dance of currents. The wind pushed through her hair and a small smile spread when she held up her hands.
"…We're finally birds Finnick" She watched as the remainder of his ashes blew away "…just like we promised."