The Photograph
A letter from Finnick. Some bromance from the person who always has Peeta's back.
P.S. Suzanne Collins owns The Hunger Games Trilogy.
1 June
Dear Peeta,
What's up, brother? I haven't heard from you in ages. How's the small town in South Dakota treating you? You're not turning into a cattle nurse, are you? I heard there is more livestock in your small district there than people. It might be interesting to move there for a while because we're getting slammed here in town. There are so many clumsy and crazy tourists flocking the district for the summer, and we get all sorts of cases. You name it, we got it! From sprained ankles to leeches on the ear, to weird insect bites, to broken pinkies, and to many car-related accidents. Drunk drivers need to be jailed longer, I tell you. Seriously, they should monitor the highways better this time because collisions have been happening left and right - it's like the roads are cursed. We need a more experienced staff of your caliber now than ever. The research department had to slow down its studies because we have too many patients daily.
But hey, don't worry, Peet. I won't ask you to come back to the hospital. I know you're much better there staying away from here.
Annie is a whole different story, though. She's asking for you, brother. You know her due date is in the next two weeks. She wants you here, Peet. I kind of agree with her too. As much as I don't want to admit it, you have that calming juju about you that relaxes my Annie. You two understand each other on another level. So file that leave for three weeks, and help me out with my very pregnant wife and future son. I need a babysitter, an alternate, and my best friend - basically my brother. You know I only have you, Peet. Shit, this has turned to me asking for you because of Annie to me asking for you too! So, you got to do this for me, brother. My first baby is giving me all the wiggles.
Can I count on you, Peeta? I know you love me, man. Come on, don't make me beg.
xoxo,
Finnick
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P.S. Bring some of those honey salt walnut brownies that Annie loves when you come here, okay? She's been craving it like crazy and bugging the local bakery to make them. She's turning into a grinch - she is adorably scary! This is my Annie right here. She needs her fix of deliciousness STAT!
P.P.S. Did you see the cover of Capitol Magazine last month? Katniss did it! She photographed that Amur snow leopard hybrid. The small column about her at the end of the article said that she's out to get the next elusive animal in the wild. A jabberjay and a mockingbird hybrid or something. Mockingjay, I think, is what she called it. I guess your girl's moving on with her life. That's good, right? So stop downing yourself about her. You've done your time, Peet. There's no point in shaming yourself with the mistakes of your past forever. You have changed so much from that bitter, angry, and lonely young man. That's no longer you. You worked hard to better yourself all these years. Don't throw it all away or downplay all your efforts. Allow yourself to heal. You did your time and paid your dues if you want to look at it that way.
Time to move on and find your piece of happiness in the world, brother. I know you will never find another girl like Katniss. She really meant so much to you. You truly did love her, I know you did. You shouldn't be mad at yourself for finding her love. Don't let this guilt consume you. All you wanted was to make her happy.
Peeta, you do deserve love in your life again. Think about it, okay? See you soon, my brother.
Thank you for reading.
Don't you just love, Finnick? He's the mirror that Peeta needs in his life right now.