As what I've guessed before, I went through the next nights a lot harder without Finnick by my side. I kept on dreaming about those lizard-like mutts which slaughtered Finnick. Screamed as loud as possible until I woke up then cried alone until my tears broght me back to sleep. And every morning, I opened my eyes with a hope that I would feel Finnick beside me, but my hands only felt an empty cold side of the bed.
I was so scared to close my eyes. Scared to see Finnick's body got slaughtered once I do. Scared to wake up alone. I spent most of my time watching the television, hoping that I would know how were Finnick and others doing. But not one news, not a word, about how they were.
One day on lunch time, I didn't even want to touch my food. How could I possibly eat, if Finnick's condition was unknown to me?
"Annie?" I heard Peeta.
"Ah, Peeta," I answered, trying to sound okay. "What is it?"
"Are you sick?" he asked, worried.
"I'm... I'm fine, Peeta," I convinced him.
"Then why aren't you eating, Annie?"
I looked at my plate without any desire to eat what's in it. "I'm... Just not that hungry."
"Don't lie, Annie," Peeta said. "You're thinking about Finnick, aren't you?"
I sighed heavily. Tears fell from my eyes. I felt Peeta's hands on mine.
"Don't worry, Annie," he said softly. "Finnick will be just fine. Finnick is a strong man. Have faith in him. He'll be back."
"Thank you, Peeta," I smiled weakly.
"Now, eat your lunch," Peeta said, holding my plate. "Here, I'll help you eat."
I told him he didn't need to, but Peeta insisted. I sighed as Peeta helped me eat my lunch, spoon by spoon.
Finnick, wherever you are now, I hope Peeta was right.