Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. I'm positive my name isn't Suzanne Collins, unless I have been lied to my whole life...

Okay!!! *Drum roll please* By popular demand, I give you death by Finnick!!!

Suggested and dedicated to:

Claratrix LeChatham, who suggested a fox-face like character (She also had the idea first) and

Mrs. giggles *cough* xXKillerxxCupcakeXx *cough*

Galia Slyte (Age 14) female – District 10

I sigh in satisfaction and delight as I watch the gorgeous Finnick Odair plunge his trident into his fellow Career. The tips plunge through the boy's chest and blood starts oozing out. I can't pay attention to that though. Only one thing grabs my attention. The sunlight of the new day glistened off of his sparkling, perfect abdomen, and his perfect hair is blowing back with the wind. I sigh once again as I picture Finnick noticing me, and walking up…

"Hello, Galia." Says Finnick as he caresses my cheek.

"Hi, Finnick." I would reply shyly, before I pick up the courage to tell him everything. "I could never take my eyes off you. Ever since the Games began, I followed you the whole time. You just never saw me. Hiding: That is my skill, as your trident is yours."

Finnick would then smile his perfect smile. "I know, Galia. I knew you were there all along. I was just waiting for you to come out. You see… I love you Galia, I always have. Ever since I saw you that first day." He would then lean in to kiss me, but I would back away.

"What about that girl? The one from your District?" The one who you were smooching while we were at the Capitol, I add in my head.

Finnick would simply shake his head. "I never loved her. It was all an act. To get Sponsors, I would never, ever love any one more than you Galia. You, you are my life." Then, he would lean in and kiss me. This time I wouldn't reject.

I let out another sigh of satisfaction before my daydream is shattered by the cannon fire. I can't help but wonder whether to smile or frown. Finnick, gorgeous, perfect, Finnick, and I were the only ones left now. Finnick made it here with his muscular, spectacular body and his trident skill. I made it here by being clever. We came from two different worlds; the only thing that I hoped would bring us together would be our love… if he loved me like I love him.

But how could he love me, the scrawny girl from 10? He has his eyes for the Careers. But, maybe, in my last moments, I can still have a chance with him. The most romantic thing would be if I sacrificed myself for him. Or if he sacrificed himself for me, but then, this would be a tragedy. I couldn't let that happen.

I take a deep breath, and reveal myself from the shadows. The sunlight glints off of my body, and I ever so wish that Finnick was wearing less clothing. But he still had his shorts. He was looking the other way, and for a few seconds I admire the muscles on his gorgeous back. I let out another sigh. He is expertly wiping the blood off of his trident, and he still hasn't noticed me. I speak up.

In the most allures voice I can manage I say, "Hello, Finnick." It takes all of my strength not to slap myself. I sounded like a scared child, with my voice shaking. Why would gorgeous Finnick ever love anyone like that? I restrain myself from that though, and I keep standing there with a mysterious expression.

Finnick turns around in a graceful motion, and I have to keep myself from smiling. He was just so perfect. Once he sees me standing there, he throws his net at me, perfection and accuracy in his eyes. I dodge it effortlessly. He jumps back in shock. I take a few steps forward, worried that there was something wrong. "What is the matter Finnick? Is there something behind me?" Finnick shakes his perfect, gorgeous head wide eyed; I can only imagine what's going through such a head. He must be starting to realize that he loves me. He loves me so much that he is speechless. I'm about to ask another question when Finnick speaks.

"You're District 10 – r-rr-right?" His voice shakes nervously as he says this, but it still chimes with the same perfection and beauty that his body does.

"My name is Galia. I have been following you during the whole Game." I smile; a smile of encouragement.

"Uh… Galia?" My heart leaps with joy when he says my name with that perfect voice. "Why, exactly, were you following me?" I can't help but feel my heart drop in despair. I take a few steps forward, so I am almost face to face with the gorgeous Finnick Odair. His breathing is rapid, and I think that it is only true love that keeps him from stabbing me through the chest with his trident.

"Because, Finnick. I love you." And I lean forward to kiss him. Our lips have barely made contact. I feel something impale my chest, and my eyes gape open. I stagger backwards, away from my Finnick. I lift my hands to my bare chest, and I feel blood dripping from it. My eyes weld with tears. "Why, Finnick? Why?" I collapse to my knees, where my eyes close upon the last glance of my perfect Finnick. My heart is broken, both metaphorically and physically. Why doesn't he love me? I can only die with shattered dreams.

Haha, this might be a bit far-fetched, but that is kinda the point. It be Spring Break!!! I've been waiting for this day for so long. Four months to be exact. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!!! Feel free to point out any errors, but if you just say that my writing sucks and don't give me a legit reason, I'm going to think that you are stupid (Yeah, you can say this happened recently-- different story, not you guys, you guys are awesome). :D Thanks to Zisabe13, JLW, Mrs. giggles *cough* xXKillerxxCupcakeXx *cough*, WritingIsLife8, TwooI'mAnOwl, LunaPadma, Jack, and Safira Rue Mellark for reviewing. Such a long list!!! I really appreciate the feedback!!!