A Letter From the Dead

Johanna walks in as I lie on my bad carefully holding my stomach. Holding the thing that remains from Finnick, of the thing that means I don't just kill myself right now. I don't believe in the afterlife or anything like that, I know that I'll never see Finnick again and as much as it pains me it's the thing that makes me carry on with life. He wouldn't have let me give up. Johanna shoves a piece of paper into my hand and says roughly, "Finnick told me to give this to you if anything happened." She tries to stay strong but I can tell she's fighting back the tears. When she leaves I open it to find Finnick's messy handwriting fill a tear stained piece of paper.

'Annie.

If you're reading this I'm gone. I'm sorry. So sorry Annie. I promised you we'd be together but I guess that could never happen. I promised you so much but those now can't be fulfilled. That doesn't mean I didn't love you though, I loved you more than you can ever imagine, because you were the only good thing in my life, you kept me from giving up completely and for that I'm grateful. I owe you everything. Don't be angry with me Annie, that's my last wish, please. I didn't want to leave you!

But each day you'll grow stronger, you'll find someone else, marry and have lots of children. I hope you're happy, because you deserve a happy ending. Even if when you come to me you don't want me anymore because you have someone else I'll be waiting and it won't matter to me because all I want is for you to be happy. Don't forget me Annie! Remember all that time we spent together (which admittedly wasn't long) but it was the best time of my life. So if you want me again and if you can ever forgive me then I'll be here but take your time Annie. Take all the time you need because I'll still be waiting to see you again. If your children ask about me, then tell them. Tell them about me and you and our stories. Tell them how I love them because they're your children. I'm so sorry that it has to be like this Annie,

Don't you ever forget that I love you, Finnick xxxxxxxxxxxxx'

I can't help it as my hand clenches around the letter and throws it as far away from me as possible. He's really gone but he has false hope. He thinks that he'll see me again when I die. But we don't go anywhere when we die. That's what I want to scream at him but I can't. Not anymore. So I curl up as small as I can and lie on the bed crying because I'm helpless, there's nothing I can do!