If you've never listened to the songs I've posted...shame. Kidding, but most of them are amazing and I just stumbled on them through writing this, but this song, i most suggest you listen to. It's not only one of my favorites, it's all I've ever heard SINCE reading Annie and Finnick's reunion in Mockingjay. Plus, the ending reminds me of one of my favorite poems: "Eldorado" Edgar Allan Poe.

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow

Let it be, you can't make it come or go

But you are gone- not for good but for now

Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good.

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Happiness damn near destroys you

Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor

So you tell yourself, that's probably enough for now

Happiness has a violent roar.

...

Happiness is like the old man told me

Look for it, but you'll never find it all

But let it go, live your life and leave it

Then one day, wake up and she'll be home...

Happiness: The Fray.

The Capitol was chaotic. Screams from the outside arose. Terrified, I hid in the corner of my cell. It's what I was best. Rushed footsteps approached our cells. I shut my eyes and covered my ears. They were coming. They were angry. They would torture Johanna or Peeta, like they did after every broadcast. And they would leave me to the savage brutality of my own mind. My cell opened. "Annie," An unfamiliar voice said. I looked up to the tall handsome boy that stood in front of me with an extended hand, "I'm Gale, come with me." He said, pulling me to my feet.

I didn't question him. I had seen him with Katniss on the broadcasts. He was from Thirteen. "Boggs, do you have them?" He shouted down the corridor.

"Yeah, I'm on your heel." The man returned, with a weak Johanna on his arm, two other men were supporting Peeta. "Go!" The man ordered.

Gale looked down the halls to see if there were any pursuers, "Come on Annie, we're gonna get you home." He said, pulling me behind him.

Gunfire sounded. "Get down!" He shouted, pushing me into a wall. A shot fired again and hit him in the back. Gale screamed, writhing in pain.

"Run Annie!" He ushered me, then the others, bellowing for them to hurry. Another man pulled Gale to his feet and they ran. The man named Boggs grabbed my arm and pulled me up the ladder with him. My body froze as we were glued to the ladder and lifted into the hovercraft. Panic and adrenaline overwhelmed me. "Shh…you'll be home soon." One of the men told me, "Here take this, it'll make the ride easier." He said, slipping me a glass of orange liquid. I drank from the cup.

Within minutes, I drifted off to sleep. My mind danced with dark shapes and cold thoughts. I was going home. But I didn't know what was waiting for me there. I thought on the man who I remembered as Finnick. I remembered most of his physical appearance from the videos in the Capitol. The image of the ring floated in my mind. I remembered small things, but not him fully. Moments with him were hazy. I had been gone for so long. Would he remember me? Did he think of me? Did he still love me? Did I still love him? We were different now, weren't we? A deeper sleep claimed me.

In the depths of my mind, I saw two lovers. The tall man was grinning: beautiful, prestigious, ambitious…and his lover, stunning and gentle, who watched him with such intensity. Their love seemed to consume the entirety of the dream. Then another force came into play. He danced around an old man who watched with laughter, but his eyes were dark and cold. The man dismissed his lover and she fell to her knees with sorrow. She went mad, and Fate wrapped her hands around the poor, mad girl's throat, taking her as her own. The boy died of heartbreak. And the dream was over.

I didn't remember him still. Just that with him, I was happy…but that feeling of joy was never permanent.

Bright lights infiltrated my thoughts. I opened my eyes to another white room and fear crept into the depths of my heart. I was still in the Capitol…it took seconds for me to realize my surroundings…it wasn't a room I recognized. I woke up to several people standing over me. I was lying in a hospital bed, hooked to several machines. "She's conscious." There was a buzz of noise. Doctors were running around with nurses following closely behind them.

The ones surrounding me were calm, examining charts and machines, "Physical shape seems fine…" A shorter man announced to a team dressed in white coats. "Bruises and some external damage, but no internal bleeding," He told them as they started writing on their clipboards.

The man looked to me, lowering his glasses, "Do you know your name ma'am?" I tried to speak but my mouth was dry. "Ma'am, can you speak?"

"My name is…" I started, then cleared my throat, "My name is Annie Cresta." I finally squeaked.

The doctor smiled a little, "Ms. Cresta, you're in District Thirteen," He told me, "We're just running tests." He said to reassure the little bit of panic I'm sure was visible. "Do you feel ok?"

"I'm sore," I mumbled.

One of the nurses smiled. "You'll feel better soon," She said, patting me on the forehead. "Here, rest a little longer, we're just going to clean you up." She told me as my doctor and the rest of his team left. The chaos of the hospital was forgotten with the close of a curtain.

I closed my eyes, dreaming only of waves now. I woke up again, this time clean and naked. I inspected my arms, the cuts and scratches were fading away. They had removed my ratty dress, leaving me with nothing but my undergarments. I wrapped the bed sheet around my body. Nurses came to my side again, checking my vitals. I didn't speak. I sat there, letting them inspect me. I looked around, noticing the bright lights flushed out the gray walls of the hospital ward. The nurses pulled back the curtain, subtly shielding me from the gurney that passed. Johanna had to be here somewhere. My eyes darted around, searching for her.

They met his. I saw him. I saw him across the ward for the first time and an emotion welled in me that I had abandoned long ago. "Finnick," I whispered. Even from such a distance, he was a strikingly handsome man, even in sleep deprivation. His hair was tangled, his tall stature was hunched over a bit, and he seemed thinner than I remember, but I remembered him. A new energy ran through me. I remembered the truth of Finnick Odair, not the Capitol designed mutation. I remembered the young boy who pulled me from a deadly ocean. My companion back on the private beach of District Four. My mentor and friend in a time of need during my own Games. The love of my life. My comfort and shelter when my world crumbled. Finnick Odair, he was the last ray of light in my very dark world. My fingers tapped wildly and I began to fidget. "Annie, I need you to sit still," A doctor ordered. I couldn't. I needed him. I needed to hold him and touch him and to hear him. I pushed my help away from me, clutching to the bed sheet.

"Get off me," I croaked, my voice caught in my throat. They tried to keep me still, but I was already out of their grasp. I remembered him. Happiness stirred in my chest as my heart raced. "Finnick!" I cried. The sheet fluttered around me as I ran. "Finnick!" I cried again, pushing past every obstacle to reach him.

His eyes grew wide and he reached out for me. In three steps, he met me with open arms. I flung myself into his chest. He caught me, stumbling backwards, falling into the wall, laughing. "My Annie," He whispered, lifting me from the ground. He pulled me into his arms, wrapping one tightly around me, suspending me, and another behind my ear which only pulled me closer. I hugged him around the neck, kissing his ear, then cheek. I held his face in my hands, studying him then kissing him. He smiled each time his lips met mine.

I melted at his touch. His voice was the perfect melody. He was perfection. My heart swelled with each kiss.

"I'm so sorry," He gasped, "I should have told you." He said, kissing me again, with urgency. My fingers tangled in his hair. "I love you," He told me. I couldn't breathe, I loved him extraordinarily.

I stopped him, pressing my forehead against his, tracing the lines of his face. "You're ok," I breathed, staring at him, taking in every piece of him, every change of him, every memory, everything I could have ever loved about him. I stared, hungrily, not in the sense of lust, but to remember him, to recover him from the wreckage of our separation. It was like when you stop indulging in sugar...the minute you renew that sense of your taste buds, there's a heavy craving for more. I was in a new state of mind, senses buzzing, still bewildered by him, by his presence. He was mine. I was the possession of his heart and he was mine. Fantastic love like this seemed so foreign though it was once a luxury in which I dwelled. He let me down reluctantly, but he never let me go. He pushed his hands through my hair and I buried my face in his chest, still clinging to him. His hold around me was strong and secure. He still loved me.

He hid his face in my hair, "I'll never leave you again," He whispered in my ear, hugging me tighter. He was my Finnick, past the broken faith and the destruction he was there. Every argument, every smile, every kiss, every touch...imprinted on my mind. He was there. The vaults of him I had closed in the Capitol opened with such ferocity, my mind flooded with wealth in knowledge of him. I missed him more with each second that passed.

My fists clutched the back of his shirt as I pressed into him, closing every space between us, "Say you'll stay," I begged quietly. My heart drummed against my chest as elation filled my soul.

He stood up straight and lifted my chin. His tired sea-green eyes sparkled even in fluorescent lights. "I'll stay," He smiled at me, stroking my cheek, "Always."

This happiness was ours and it was forever.