"Annie," Finnick's voice brought me back to the real world.

"Yes?"

"I may join others to go to the Capitol," he said without staring at me.

Suddenly, I felt like I was losing my air supply. My world went dark. And I felt like I have just fallen from a very tall building, broken to small pieces.

"What?" I said shockingly.

"I will join others to go to the Capitol," Finnick repeated. His eyes reflected a deep sadness.

"Why?" I asked. My eyes started to tear.

Finnick seemed as sad as I did. His expression was full of sadness and pain. It took a few minutes before he answered, "Because... Because that is the right thing to do, Annie. I'm sorry."

I cried louder. Finnick didn't try to calm me as usual. He just hugged me, let my tears wet his shirt.

"When, Finnick?" I asked when I finally managed to stop crying. "When will you leave?"

"Soon," he answered. "I'm so sorry, Annie, because I was just telling you this now."

I thought about it for a while. Maybe I've been too selfish by crying. Because indirectly, my crying meant I was holding Finnick from going. After all, I could see that this is hard for Finnick either. I shouldn't hold him. He's leaving for a good reason, Annie, I reminded myself.

"I'm sorry too, Finnick," I said. "I've been selfish by holding you."

He shook his head, wiping away my tears. "You're not, Annie. If I were you, I would do the exact same thing. You don't have to apologize, Honey."

We then decided to sleep because it's been late. I laid on his chest and immediately slept.

Suddenly, I was in an underground ditch. I saw Finnick, Katniss, Peeta, Gale, and some other people I didn't know were busy shooting something. I tried to focus, and then realised that they were shooting mutts. Those mutts were likely to be a mix between human and lizard. They were tall and had built bodies like humans, but white-scaly-skinned like lizards.

I saw it very clearly when Katniss and some of others climbed up a stairs. Finnick and one other were staying, kept shooting those mutts which managed to appear again and again even though many of them have been killed. Outnumbered, Finnick and the stranger suddenly ran out of bullets and the mutts immediately tore their bodies.

I screamed as loudly as possible, told Finnick to run. But it was too late. His body has been slaughtered into bloody pieces. Suddenly, one of those mutts ran to me and tried to kill me as well.