Look at her door, contemplating what might happen if I go in. I know I shouldn't do it. She might be sleeping, it'll be rude if I wake her up.

I start to walk away. Then I think, at the same time she needs to know what she's getting into. That's more important that she knows, then my discomfort, right?

But I shouldn't go in, because then I would do something I'll regret... It might end up hurting her more than helping her. I don't know why I can't control myself around her, she just a girl. I have girls already none that I like in the slightest but girls, nonetheless. I swore to myself that I couldn't even think about falling in love. Love? Love was nothing more than a trick of the mind, making your body want someone. I don't even know her, not the real her. Just the her that's in Game mode, just the Annie whose life is on the line. But if I knew her at home would she still make jokes about my 'fat' and say I'm 'unattractive' to my face? No, I'm almost sure she wouldn't. Almost. And that is the girl who I'm falling for. The girl who thinks I'm just like everyone else. What I'm I thinking? It was too dangerous to think about loving anyone. I didn't know one thing about love. Since I turned sixteen the only love that I've had, was sick Capital woman who been obsessing over me. Obsession to them was love.

I think of the extremely late dinner I had with a teenager. All she wanted a dinner with me for her birthday. If only they were all like that. If only they all want to eat. If only they weren't disgusting perverse people who only want my body.

I shake myself of the thought of those demons, remembering why I'm here. To warn them, Tal and Annie, on the pain of a Victor.

I look at my watch, 12:27.

I forget my fear of getting attached, and losing control; knocking on the door.

I hope she isn't a deep sleeper. She doesn't look like one but who knows? If she is she'll have to change it by tomorrow or that might be the death of her.

I hear a thump of something falling. That made me think, Maybe, she was a deep sleeper.

But after a minuet, of hearing shuffling on the floor she opens the door.

Her hair is big, with curls and waves covering her small delicate face. She looks like she's been awake this whole time, with her eyes widening at my appearance. I could tell by the way her mouth moved toward the side. She blinked up at me, making the wing; still on the edge of her eye; flutter.

"Finnick." she whispers, touching her hair. A small motion of her embarrassment.

"Hi, Annie. I'm so sorry to come so late, but I didn't think you would be asleep anyways."

"I wasn't."

I nodded. She confirmed what I thought. She probably was just slow on getting up.

I remembered the day before my Games started, I couldn't even blink with the fear of dying.

"I should let you sleep, but I think you should be warned. I do this every year, it doesn't matter how late it is, this is my duty." I look around for a place to sit tired of standing. I end up sitting on the bed, sighing. I always hated doing this, they never understood what I ment. I couldn't even tell them what I really ment, so they could never take me to heart.

"Finnick, are you alright?"

I nod, swallowing. "Understand this about the Hunger Games, Annie. Once your name is taken from that glass bowl, you're the Capital's until the day you die."

"What do you mean?" she asked, two lines forming between her eyebrows.

"If you live you'll see... You know sometimes I wish I did die."

She frowned, holding her hands in front of her. "I probably will...die."

"You're strong, Annie. The problem is whether you want to live, not if you can."

Her eyes widen. "I don't understand what you mean? Do you want me to give up?"

I look up at her, not knowing what to say. Then finally, "No, but I'm just telling you think of your future."

She looks down at her feet. "Are you drunk?" she asked, heavily filled with sarcasm.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I wish. I really do wish so. Goodness Annie, you always look at the good side of things." What I would do for a glass of vodka.

She frowns, making deep u's on her forehead.

"Finnick, there was something I've meant to ask you."

I tilt my head to the side.

This could go both ways, for the worst or the better. Mostly worst.

"When you say you would watch over me what did you mean?"

I smiles, wider hoping she doesn't notice my embarrassment. Suddenly, I could feel the rush of heat fill my cheeks. My blood felt like boiling water under my face. When I told her that I'd been holding back so much I let everything out, I was terribly emotional at that time, number one reason guy's try not to feel; because this happens. Word vomit didn't begin to describe the huge mistake of what I said. I had said way too much, I showed too much, because now she probably thinks I was stalking her. I was only trying to help, I was young, and I didn't realize how creepy it really was until I had that problem with Fuchsia. I still do actually, I try to use it to my best interest but really she's not much in the Capital chain of power.

"The first year or so I would go to the beach and hope you would be there. I had nothing else to do. I just wanted to know you. I needed a friend. No one wants to be around someone whose killed people." Maybe that was sanding it down a bit but it really needed sanding.

"I didn't realize... Everyone loves you though. My friend Haven said-" She stopped suddenly.

I looks up at me. What was she going to say? "She said?"

Annie shrugs and sit next to me. "If they don't love you, then they do secretly."

"Everyone likes how my face looks. They don't even know me. I don't even know me. Plus the first year...people don't really see you, they see what you did."

I look down at my own, blood covered, hands.

"What changes?" She asked, taking me out of the five seconds in my head.

I could almost hear their desperate cries for mercy.

"They get over it. Someone from somewhere else does worst. That and I became someone strikingly handsome."

I could hear her smile as she says, "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

I turn to face her. I didn't realize we were so close. I could see the splash of light-colored freckles on her face. "I will. You know it's not a lie."

"You're not. Not handsome at all."

Liar. I think, but that's what I like about her. She doesn't want to empress me, she doesn't care.

"I'll be the honest one here and say you're beautiful."

Her smile flattens. "That's not very honest."

"It's the most honest I've been in a long time." I say, honestly.

Her messy hair really works for her. I think as the back of my hand touches her smooth jaw. Then I'm touching her hair, its softer then I thought. Most girls from Four had very dry split hair, and yes the Capital treatment probably helped it a lot. Yet, it still look the same as the day of the reaping. I bring my forehead down to hers. I closed my eyes, and think.

If I do this it's a boundary broken, that could never be fixed. If Snow found out... I didn't want to think of what might happen. She might be gone, though. After tonight I might never have the chance to kiss her. I might never find someone I want to kiss as much as her. I've always been so afraid to take chances but I really want to kiss her. What if she doesn't want me to kiss her, though? What if she really doesn't like me that way? But she isn't moving away... She had time and she's not. As slowly as possible I kiss her, and tentatively at first we just touch lips sending spirals of electricity down my spine. I stopped, looking at her sun freckled face waiting for her to open her lovely sea green eyes. I smile, when I see them.

"What?" she asked.

l cup her jaw. Finally she moves her lips against mine and I surge forward. I bite her lower lip and tug. My heart pounds with adrenaline. She cups my face in both of her hands. The touch of her skin made me shiver in pleasure. My hand is on the back of her neck, while the other is on the small of her back, pressing her closer to me. I can feel her heart beating quickly against my chest threatening to burst. For a second I thought it might even be my own as it was running the same time as hers. Her shaky breath mixed with mine, with nerves. I could taste salt of a tear making me pull away.

"Why are you crying?" I try to say as gently as possible.

"Because I don't want to die, Finnick." she whispered. She looked up at me, making my heart tug at the seem.

"I'll do whatever I can to save you in there, Annie. You need to remember once you're in you are never out."

"Who says? Finnick you say I'll never be out of the Capital's hands." She whispers fast and furious. "I'll never be liberated out of this hell hole of a country. No matter what happens in the Games, no matter if I win or lose I will be their slave, and I know I will be. If I just stand and do nothing... But Finnick we can't just give up. If we give up there will never be any hope. For me, for you, for anyone. Finnick, I want to live. I want a chance at hope. I want a life where I can work doing whatever I want. I want a life were my kids are free of being afraid of dying because of the Games. I want to be free."

I smile at her beautiful words. They were words that she needs to keep to herself though, there might be camara's and no matter your situation you don't say things like that. They were in enough trouble as it is, she didn't need to add more flames to the fire. "I'm going to get in trouble for you I can feel it."

Annie smiled, laughing. "I hope you didn't just kiss me for pity because then it wasn't worth it."

I laugh, I touch her hand. "You are worth more. Annie, I haven't kissed anyone since I was sixteen."

She frowned.

I looks away, afraid she would ask more about that; I quickly stand. "I'm going to go talk to Tal. Though, I think he already has a death wish." I smile. "Goodnight, Annie."

"Goodnight Finnick."

I leave, losing the door softly behind me.

Not going to Tal's room just yet, I can't now with the heavyness in my chest. I lay against the wall slowly falling to the floor, thinking, I kissed her... What the hell did I just do?