Living with Finnick was great, though painful at the same time. When we were together everything was great, he was sweet, and he loved me so much, he even managed to calm me down after my attacks. I was so in love with Finnick.

However, Snow continued to summon him to the Capitol. Sometimes he would be gone up to two weeks, and those days were filled with nightmares and suffering. I knew perfectly well what Finnick was doing in the Capitol, and it pained me. I knew that he hated it even more than I did, but the idea of sharing him with other women made me so mad. It filled me with hatred towards Snow and the Capitol, because they were using Finn… they hurt him.

Finnick tried to act strong, of course… he always did. He was very protective of me, and he was always there when I needed him. I never hid anything from him, and he always managed to make me feel better. I wanted to do the same for him, but he wouldn't let me, and that made me sad.

I waited at the train station; there was nobody else there besides me. His mother had stopped waiting for him long ago, because he had asked her to, but I refused to obey. I wanted to be the first one to see him when he got back home.

I sat on a bench and waited for the train. It was dark, and cold outside, and I had forgotten my jacket, but I needed to see Finnick. He had been gone for ten days, and he hadn't even called me once this time. I was worried about him.

The train finally pulled up at the train station at eleven. By that time, I was half asleep and freezing, but I refused to leave. The doors opened and Finnick stepped out. He looked tired, there were bags under his eyes and his hair was disheveled. Then he noticed me, and his lips immediately changed into a smile.

"Annie, what are you doing here so late?" he asked, sitting next to me. "It's freezing!" He took off his jacket and handed it to me, and I put it around my shoulders, comforted by it's warmth, and the scent of Finnick that lingered on the fabric.

"I needed to see you," I whispered. The weeks I spent without Finnick went by so slowly. It was kind of sad to think that I was nothing without him. The only people besides him I interacted with were his mother, Mags and my father.

He nodded and hugged me. "I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too, Finn… let's go home," I said. He stood up and grabbed his backpack. He slung it on one shoulder, and he held my hand as we walked back home.

"How was your trip?" I asked, which was a really stupid thing to do.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said. He never wanted to talk about it.

"Alright," I sighed.

"How's Mom?" he asked.

"She's alright," I said. "Though she still won't get out of bed much."

Finnick's eyes were full of sadness, and pain. His mother had been very sick lately, though nobody could figure out what was wrong with her. She was just very weak, and she refused to eat. I knew it was all in her mind… I knew the feeling. Marina would talk to me sometimes, and I could sense how depressed she really was. She missed Percy, and it killed her to see her son being sold like livestock.

We arrived at his house, and he dropped his bags near the door. "I'll be right up, ok?" he said, and went to the kitchen to drink some water. I nodded and went to my room to change into my pajamas, and then I went to his room and lay on the bed. I turned on the TV, but there was nothing on except replays of the games, and a few Capitol gossip channels, filled with pictures of Finnick and his most recent "client" kissing.

I turned it off, annoyed, and I pulled the covers over my head. I tried to ignore the voices that told me that Finnick was cheating on me, and that he didn't love me, because as crazy as I was, there was one thing that I was completely sure off. Finnick loved me.

Though I managed to ignore all the lies, I still couldn't get rid of the images of Finnick with that woman. They filled my head, and I imagined them doing a lot more than just kissing. I pressed my hands against my temples and tried to think of something different, but I couldn't.

I heard Finnick coming up the stairs, so I told myself to hold it together. Finnick shouldn't have to deal with me when he was so obviously upset. He looked at me and sighed.

"Go to sleep, Anne, I'm not tired," he said. He changed his clothes and walked past me, and onto the balcony. I watched him through the glass doors, as he swung slightly on the hammock. After a while, the movement stopped, and he sat, facing the ocean, with his face in his hands.

I stood up from the bed and walked onto the balcony quietly. He didn't seem to notice at first, but I did notice that he was crying. His back shook with his sobs, and I could hear his labored breathing.

I placed my hand on his shoulder lightly, and he turned to face me, startled. "I thought you were asleep," he whispered, and wiped his eyes.

I sat on the hammock next to him, and I placed my hand lightly on his cheek. "Finnick… stop trying to act strong… I can see through it, ok?"

"If I tell you about it, you'll be upset… and it won't solve anything," he said.

"Holding it back, doesn't do you any good either," I said. "I know I'm crazy, Finn, but I'm not that weak. I can handle it… I can be here for you too."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. His lip quivered as he tried not to cry. I sighed and held his hand in mine, and he finally broke down. The tears streamed down his face, and his breathing was ragged. I hugged him, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he continued to cry.

"I hate it, Annie," he sobbed. "I hate what they make me do… I've been doing it for three years, but I still hate it, and I'm really sorry that you have to put up with it."

"I know you do, Finn… and I don't like it," I said. "I don't want to share you with anybody… but I love you, and it's really worth it."

"I hate Snow," he cried. "I hate him, I hate him… so much… I wish he would die," he cried. "It's not fair… I just wanted to be happy… I thought I'd be happy after the games were over, but this… this is just as bad as the arena."

He cried and I held him in my arms. It really hurt me to see him like that. I had never seen Finnick like that, except when his father had died. He started to calm down after a while, and he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry you had to see me like that," he whispered. "Let's get some rest, ok?"

"Don't apologize, Finnick," I said. "You've seen the worse side of me, and you are still there when I need you. I want to do the same for you. You're not weak, Finny… you are so strong, and I love you so much…"

He sniffled and nodded, and he stood up from the hammock. He offered me his hand, but I shook my head. I stood up and grabbed a quilt from inside, and then I came back to the balcony.

"Want to sleep out here?" I asked. He smiled weakly, but nodded. He lay down on the hammock, and I snuggled beside him, and covered us with the quilt. The hammock wasn't very roomy, but that was the point. We fell asleep, cuddling, our bodies very close to each other, and that was the best sleep either of us had gotten that week.