Chapter Four:

I stand by the window, watching the white sandy beaches of Four disappear. I continue to stand by the window, my thoughts paralyzing me. The last time I was in this situation, I had no one to come back to. My dad and I had no relationship, I didn't know Mags, I didn't have a son, and I didn't have a husband. Now, I have a family. I know that I will never reverse this trip.

I don't know what to expect, will I see Cannon again? I know Haymitch and Finnick have a plan, but anything can go wrong. Something could happen. Nothing's written in stone with the Games.

"What are you thinking about?" Finnick comes up behind me.

"Oh so now you're speaking to me?" I ask him. Pain flickers in his sea green eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like my family in danger. You mean too much to me, and anything can happen in the arena. I can't lose you." Finnick says, wrapping his arms around me.

"If I die…" I begin, but Finnick stiffens up, inhaling a sharp breath.

"Don't say that. I won't let anything happen to you." Finnick whispers.

"That's the problem. You'll get yourself killed, trying to protect me." I tell him, resting my hands lightly on his chest.

"To be completely honest, that's how I would want to go, sacrificing myself for the people I love most." He tells me, his eyes softening. I soon realize I might not have my husband for too long.

"Finnick…I'm scared." I admit, burying my head in his hard, toned shoulder.

"It's okay. I am too." He whispers, resting his chin on my head. I wind my arms around his waist.

Raquel pokes her head in suddenly, her wig barely fitting in the small space.

"Dinner time!" She smiles.

During dinner, no one really speaks. We all know that nothing can save us…except Finnick, I, Haymitch, and Heavensbee.

Haymitch and Plutarch's plan was pretty foolproof, but we still cannot guarantee the other Tributes won't kill us. Only a very limited number of Victors know the alternative plan. As far as they know, this is just a regular Games, only with Victors in the arena.

"So...When we arrive in the Capitol, we will head straight to hair and makeup, and then the chariot ride. I'm thinking we should do a god/goddess of the sea theme this year. You guys will be the ultimate husband and wife team." Silvarius comments, trying to distract everyone from the impending doom.

"I like it." I smile at her, showing that I appreciate her effort.

"Same." Finnick comments, sipping more of his soup.

'You two will be absolutely amazing." Raquel encourages us.

After dinner, Finnick and I climb into bed, snuggling close together.

"I miss him so much." Finnick says, tracing patterns on my arm.

"I miss him too." I say, holding onto Finnick a little tighter.

"We're going to be okay." Finnick says, the sleepiness seeping into his voice.

"I know. We have to be, for Cannon." I say, and with that, we both fall asleep in each other's embrace.