I'm back! I would say I am back from a break, but, let's be honest, I was just being lazy. :) It's been a while, I could also blame that on the lack of inspiration, but I feel like I do that every time I don't publish for a while. This is another one of those rather short stories, but I feel like if I added anything more it would be unnecessary and frivolous. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games

Spoilers!

He looks too much like his father; when he stands in front of me, it's as if he never really left. His identical appearance is almost too painful to look at, but at the same time you just can't look away as he has inherited all his father's handsome features; the tanned skin, bronze hair and, the ever unmistakable, sea-green eyes. There is no doubt that he looks the exact way his father would've looked when he was the same age.

I remember when Peeta and I first laid our eyes on him; when we were given a photo that will eternally rest amongst the pages of the book. Of course, he had only been an infant. Now, he is strong young man of fifteen years; his father's death buried in his past. But, of course, he knows the stories; the reasons why. Annie Cresta took time in telling him. His father's story will never be forgotten; it will always be remembered whether it is by words inked onto a page or by our own memories and stories.

When I look into the boy's eyes I see the man who saved Peeta, stood before me whilst only wearing his underwear and the man who was mauled by the Capitol's lizard mutts. His father was another innocent life consumed by the Capitol; by the war. But his son is another privileged child who benefits from what the war has created.

I remember when Annie informed me of the many questions the boy asked her about his father. It was always difficult for her to give him answers, at first. She used to crumble into tears and leave the boy wondering what it was that happened to his father that made his mother so terribly sad. Then, slowly, she gave him answers; telling him that his father had been killed during a war that has created the boy's freedom.

It brings me comfort to know that, now, the boy won't have the same fete as his father; he will not have to fight for something we used to be deprived of. It, also, comforts me to know that Finnick would be so proud of his son of whom he didn't even know of. Finnick lives in all of us and it is so much better when you can see the feature that defined him in real life. They truly are unmistakable; those sea-green eyes.

Okay, so the reason behind not actually giving Finnick's son a name is because I don't think I would be able to give him a name that would do him justice. I think everyone has so many different views of his son especially when the book only very vaguely mentions him and because of that I didn't want to spoil anyone's vision of Finnick's son with a name that didn't truly fit.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review if you wish! :)