A/N: Last update for the night. This one was sad to write, but I feel like it's not my best work. So reviews giving me advice, tell me what you like or didn't like would be really helpful! Thanks all! Review and goodnight!
Vomit
Annie's head hit the porcelain seat of the toilet. She stared into the toilet, heaving. She hated morning sickness. It was awful.
Annie was miserable. She was always miserable. She was miserable and alone. Finnick was dead. Dead. No longer breathing. No heart beating. Gone. Forever. Annie's breathing quickened, but not from the sickness. She was overwhelmed. It had only been a week since he died, and it had been the slowest week of her life. She only got out of bed to go to the bathroom and vomit. Katniss had broken the news to Annie herself, and she had felt her world end.
Annie hummed to herself, smiling. Finnick was expected to come home tonight and Annie was in a great mood. She had been the happiest she ever had been since arriving in 13. She was married, starting a family, and completely and hopelessly in love. Annie put her arms around the small but noticeable bump that had developed on her stomach. She felt a small kick inside of her, and laughed.
She heard a small knock on the door, and rushed over, excited to see her Finnick. She opened the door, but her face fell when she saw it was Katniss. "Hi Katniss. I'm glad to see you're back. Would you happen to know where Finnick is? He should be home by now…" Annie checked her watch, reaffirming the time.
"Annie, you should sit. We need to talk." Annie was confused now. She had never really talked to Katniss one on one, but Annie led her into the apartment that was designated for her and Finnick.
"Annie, it's about Finnick… He… um… well, he was so brave Annie. He sacrificed himself. He's dead."
Annie hit head against the porcelain once more, breaking out of the memory of the worst moment of her life. She had to snap herself back into reality now; she had no hand to grasp hers, no soothing words being whispered into her ear to stop the darkness and memories from overtaking her. She was alone now. Almost as if it could tell what she was thinking, Annie felt a tiny kick in her stomach. She put her hand on her stomach, rubbing the area where she had felt the movement. Annie wasn't alone. Finnick would never leave her completely alone; he cared too much about her. He had left her with a reminder of him. A message to move on with her life, even when she had her moments. He would always be with her though, and Annie knew he would always be a part of her, even though he was gone. Finnick Odair would always live on in Annie Cresta, and she knew in her heart that their son would be proud to have such a courageous and wonderful father. Annie was never alone, because Finnick would always be with her.
