One day

That thought echoed throughout my head the whole night. I had one day to live in somewhat peace before I would have to check my back every ten seconds. One day left to spend with Reid before he would lose me for good. The thoughts seemed to poison my mind. I would never find love. Be married. Have kids.

I know I choose the fate to save my brother and now I must die.

Die

No matter what, I was terrified of dying. Of not knowing what lied ahead after you are still, sleeping for eternity. I wished I could push back this helpless feeling that shook throughout my whole body.

It was only two in the morning, but I could feel my heart racing from my panic attack. I bent over the side of the bed trying to relieve the tension of my chest being constricted. Maybe drinking a glass of water would calm me down. No, I needed to breathe cold air instead of this stuffy toxin.

Unfortunately, my room didn't own a window, so I staggered to the door way to the living and reached for the window. Opening it up, a gust of cool air whipped into my face and I allowed the cool breeze to shock my body out of its panic. I stood ridged clutching the sides of the window trying to hold on to what life I still own.

"Willow?" A soft voice carried to my ear. I would have answered back if I didn't feel so numb. "You can't jump."

Jump?

I sent a fleeting glance over to Finnick, whose hair was tousled and he's only in pajama bottoms. He took careful steps to stand beside me. He continued, "They have a field to make you bounce back up."

For the first time I was looking straight down the tower to where the tiny road, cars and people are stationed. I take into account now, that the height of the tower would have been high enough to kill me. Another thought hit me, how did he know about that information? Did he try to kill himself before?

I found my voice, "I wasn't going to jump, Finn. I needed air."

Finnick nodded his head, not really believing me and asked, "What's going on?"

I locked onto his masked eyes and my voice wobbled, "I'm scared." Tears were welling up into my eyes as I continued, "I don't want to die."

I glanced away from the pity in his eyes and stared at the moon. I knew there was nothing he could say or do, to save me from this doom. Finnick's warm hand enveloped my cold shaking hand and said, "You don't have to?"

I shot a glare at him and said defeated, "Finn. Unlike my brother I'm not strong enough to live without him. I just know he can carry on his life." I sighed and said sadly, "I guess, in the end I am the weak one."

I could feel him straighten up and tried to comfort me by saying stiffly, "A little fear is a good thing. If you didn't have any preservation for your life, you would be reckless. And that's something you can't afford when protecting your brother."

Sporadically, I planted my lips onto Finnick's soft lips. He pulled me back and seemed confused by notion since we are not being filmed. I felt embarrassed that my emotions were all over the place and I just attacked him. "I'm sorry," I turned around quickly to hide in my room, but Finnick kept hold on my hand.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he stood there torn with a decision to make. "Stay."

His gaze drifted to my wet eyes and he quietly asked, "Please?"

I shifted closer to him and ran my hands slowly up his muscular arms timidly. He gently wrapped his strong arms around my waist and instantly I felt not so vulnerable as I did before.

With our bodies touching I could feel my heart again racing; only this time it's with excitement. Finnick search my eyes for something. Maybe the answer to proceed? Slowly, I watched his lips pull into a smile as he bent down to reached my lips with a kiss.

Unlike the other kisses we had been sharing this one was different. It was real and not for the show. There was passion and desire to be close to each other.

I automatically threaded my fingers through his untamed hair and began to get lost in our kissing. For some reason I had confidence like I knew what I was doing. I pulled his arms leading him to my room without breaking our nonstop contact with each other. As he lifted me off my feet, I wrapped my legs around his waist and was placed up against the wall. Finnick started to kiss down my neck and I let out a gasped I was holding in. I wanted more.

Finnick help me take off my shirt and we feverishly kissed and grasped one another. Slowly we moved to the bed, losing more clothes and I clasped onto his naked body in pleasure. Never have I felt this kind of force….

After a couple minutes, we laid in my bed sweaty, hot and panting. My eyes were still closed trying to hold onto the feeling of pure bliss. I tilted my head over to see Finnick's face. His eyes too were closed and a small smile graced his lips. I flipped my body on top of his and he awakened from his meditating. I smile shyly and said, "Hey."

He chuckled with an untroubled attitude and replied, "Hello."

I couldn't help but give him soft kisses as I said in between each word. "So." Kiss. "What." kiss "Are." kiss "We." kiss "Doing." kiss "Today?"

Finnick glanced over to the clock as said, "For one we are going to sleep more. It's only four." I nodded my heavy head from the need to sleep that was slowly over powering me. "In the morning I have a meeting, but later tonight we'll hang out and do whatever you want. Does that sound good to you?"

He kissed my forehead as I replied, "Yes. Night Finn."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and began to snuggle. He whispered, "Night Willow."