He's won. He's actually done it. I cant believe he's actually won. As he's lifted out of the arena, my heart is in my mouth. Just a few days later, the Capitol train pulls up. The door opens. Finnick, messy bronze hair, sea blue eyed Finnick, emerges. His eyes catch mine, and I run into his arms.
"I'm home. And I promise, I'm never leaving you again." And he kisses me. And I kiss back.
Beep. Beep. Beep. I wake up from my daydream to her the microwave beep signalling that the chicken noodle soup I put in is done. I take it out, and go flop down on the sofa in front of the TV. I switch it on, blowing on a spoon of soup. I've missed part of the interviews, but I turns on just as a mysterious District 3 Male has finished getting a minor applause. Rhiannon McDonald is called up and gushes her way through one of the most boring interviews I've ever seen. Then, Finnick, swaggers onto stage. He's wearing a midnight blue, sparkly suit, looking like a mini Caesar. The look on Caesars face is priceless.
"Why, I didn't know I had a son?!" Caesar jokes, warming up the crowd. The crowd laps it up, laughing and cheering for them. Finnick gives a small chuckle.
"Oh, Caesar, I'm taken!" He wiggles his eyebrows. I even giggle a bit.
"Well, obviously! Now Finnick, are you prepared for the games?" Caesar moves onto the questions. Anyone who knows Finnick, knows he is.
"Oh Caesar, do fish know how to swim? Of course I'm prepared, I'm fast, strong, smart, great at weapons, can think on my toes," He's only speaking the truth, "And I'm the ladies choice." Everyone screams reassurance, some even fainting here and there.
"And do you have a girlfriend back home?" Caesar asks.
"No, I'm single." He says. He doesn't even contemplate it. It hurts. A lot. Caesar moves onto the next question.
"Well, I'm sure everyone is glad to here that." Not everyone, everyone but me.
"Well, men, don't be surprised if your women leave you." He purrs seductively.
"Do you have anyone special back home?" Caesar asks. I sit up in my seat.
"Oh, just my Dad." No. That cant be his answer. I put down the bowl, and run upstairs, collapsing on my bed. I am over come by sadness. I cry. The hardest I've ever cried. Everything he said, everything we shared is gone. He didn't mean what he said when he said goodbye. And now, now he's going to die, taking my heart with him.
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~Bella~
