So, absolutely no one liked the last chapter but neither did I really so... Here's this one, fair? Ok, whatever. I really liked this one and I hope you guys do too!

I cried.

Finnick had left already and I didn't understand why I cried over the news that Noah had gone to the Games and left me asleep. No goodbye. He expects to win. I hope he does.

When Finnick came back, he told me the tributes were alive and one of his friends was watching them closely. He held me while I cried. I could see it hurt him to comfort me. He must think I'm weak.

Maybe I am. Finnick can keep himself from caring, why can't I?

I loved Noah. I loved him back and he never knew. He has to come back so he will know. Finnick pulled back from me, "Annie, I have to go help the tributes. You stay here, please, Annie. Don't leave." He looked down uncomfortably then back at me. "Please, Annie. I'll bring him back for you." And he left.

I sat on the bed, my eyes drying of the tears. I kept my knees to my chest and watched the wall, telling myself Noah had to come back. He couldn't die.

-"Annie, listen to me." My mother's voice soothed me as I sat in front of her, crying. "You don't really love that boy." She gestured at him. "Your too young to know what love is. Your so young." She took me in her arms.

"Mom... I'm twelve! How can I be too young! My life could end before I turn eighteen!" Pain flashed through her eyes.

"Annie... Please calm down. Your too young to understand what it's like. What it's really like."

"Will I really get over him? Will I forget about him?"

My mother thought for a while before hesitantly answering, "No, Annie. You will never forget him. He meant something to you, even if it wasn't as much as you thought it was."

"Mom, how will I know when I really am in love?"

She smiled, "You will know."

I touched her hair thoughtfully, "What's it like to be in love?"

"It's beautiful. When your in love, you want the other's company, no matter what. You fight, sometimes. But it's always with the other person thoughts and feelings in mind." She thought for a while. "When your in love, you don't need someone. You want them with you. You'd give yourself for them, and them for you."

"Do you love dad?"

"Yes."

"Will I fall in love?"

"Annie, I believe you will fall in love with many people." She kissed my hair. "But one person will make the biggest difference in your heart and he will give everything to have you with him."-

I felt Finnick's arms brush mine. He was speaking but I didn't care to listen to the words. I didn't know how long it had been. My memories can take up hours, minutes, or seconds.

-I was talking to one of my cousins, Allie. She was in love, she was getting married. It was a month before my reapings. We were at the beach, her hair splayed around her, blending in with the light crystals of the sand. We were laughing.

I poked her stomach then whispered, "Allie?"

"Yeah, An?" She asked, looking at me, noticing how serious my voice was.

"What's it like to be in love?"

"An, it's different for everyone."

I sighed and leaned back. "I want to fall in love. I want to so badly. Do you like being in love with Jake?"

She nodded, her eyes full of a misty look, "Yes, An. It's perfect. It's like living in an eternal heaven. Jake loves me, he'd give everything for me. He cares about me, unlike anything else. He... It's hard to explain."

"I bet." I whispered sadly, looking away.

Finnick was there, still or again, I didn't know which.

He told me they'd made it through the first week. The final twelve.

Noah had made it. Noah'd be coming back. I fell back on the covers when Finnick left, watching the ceiling closely, falling asleep after awhile.

-It was three years later. Noah had lived through the Games. We'd married. The Games weren't real and everything was perfect. Noah and I had a son, Ashlar.

We were grilling by the beach, Noah's birthday was today. He was cooking, his black hair falling in his eyes as he concentrated on the fish in front of him. I sat with Ashlar, only one year old, stroking his beautiful reddish-brown hair.

I looked back at Noah, pure joy filling my heart. "Oh, Noah..."

He looked up at me and I noticed now his hair wasn't black, as it should have been. It was bronze, a bronze that made my heart swell with an unknown emotion. Those eyes, those eyes...

No, that's not right...-

I twisted and twirled under the covers, the nightmares pulling me the way they wanted. I was a slave to the images that poured on me.

-Vetro's body lay on the ground in front of me, his head a few feet to the side. Everything seemed surreal, unlike how they normally were in my memories. I couldn't see the Career anywhere.

I walked towards the body, my legs feeling weighted, slowed, as if they were in water. I bent down by his body and cried softly. "I'm so sorry, Vetro..." I whispered then went to his head, wondering where the claw was to take away his body. It would come soon. It had to.

I grabbed his head and walked over to the body, ignoring the blood that ran over my hands. I put the body and the head together. "Live, Vetro, live!" I whispered. But I couldn't put him back together.

I looked at his dead eyes that stared at nothing then buried my head in his shirt, shaking. "No, no, no... It's all my fault..." I sat there, sobbing into Vetro's tiny chest. After a while, I fell silent. I heard breathing. I didn't care. If it was the Careers coming to kill me off, let them do it. Who cares?

Then I felt the rise and fall of a chest under my head. I shook, eyes widening. Vetro can't breath. He can't be alive. Hope swelled inside me and I looked at him. "Vetro?"

It wasn't Vetro. The face wasn't Vetro's face. Black hair surrounding light blue eyes. "Noah?" I watched him and turned, seeing a knife sticking from his abdomen. "What happened?"

"You killed me." He growled, his eyes full of hate as he watched me. "You did this to me!" He yelled then coughed up blood.

"No, no, no, no! Noah, I would never hurt you! I swear!" I backed away, falling on my butt.

He got up, pulling the knife from his body. "You did this to me! I was so close to winning! You wanted me to die!" He came towards me, blood beginning to seep from his eyes.

"No, no, Noah!" I started crying, feeling my back press against a tree. I was cornered. I couldn't get away from him.

"So I'll kill you!" He laughed as he raised the knife. I watched it glint as it headed for my chest.

Then they were all gone and the dream morphed.

I was drowning.

I can't ever remember not being able to swim. Not being able to return to the surface. Not being able to save myself.

My arms wouldn't move, I didn't float at all. I tried to swim up towards the sky but I couldn't remember which way was up.

I felt pain fill my chest. This is my end, isn't it? I've murdered, killed, survived the Hunger Games. I'm going to die by drowning. Ironic.

I felt an arm encircle my waist and I was pulled up, or I'm guessing that's where I was being pulled. I felt the relaxing motion of swimming as someone carried me to what I guess was the shore.

I tried to open my eyes but found I was too weak to do even that. I held onto the arm with any remaining strength. I let go easily when I felt the sand benath my body. Someone pressed their lips to mine, seeming to draw all water from inside my water.

Strength returned to me in that single kiss. It gave me everything.

Everything.

I opened my eyes when my rescuer pulled back. I wanted to thank them. I opened my mouth then paused when I saw who the savior was.

The sea green eyes, tanned skin, bronze hair. Finnick Odair.

He smiled weakly at me, seeming to be as weak as I had been. He gasped and fell to his side by me. "Annie..." I began to speak but he shushed me. "I love you..." He gulped. "I'd give everything for you." He pressed something into my hand softly. "Don't forget me. Please, my Annie." He ran his hand over my cheek thoughtfully.

"Goodbye, Annie." He kissed me once more. "I love you, Annie Odair."

I began to speak but found I couldn't. As I watched, Finnick began to disappear. The waves lapped at his feet which seemed to not be there. As the tide got higher and higher, it washed away more and more of his body, as if it was just paint meant to be wiped away.

When only his head was left, he began again to speak, "Goodbye, my love, my life, my Annie Oda-" He couldn't finish speaking, the wave wiping away everything I had left of him.

I felt empty without Finnick beside me. I felt like my heart had been torn out of my chest. This is what it really feels like to be broken. I looked down at my hand and saw the token he'd given me.

The necklace he'd given me before he'd left to go to the Capitol.

I looked back at the ocean.

Finnick had given his life for me. Without him I would have died. And for me, he did die.

I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks as I watched the horizon, wishing Finnick was here to fill the void in my heart only he could fill.-

So Annie realized she has feelings for Finnick. What do you think of her dreams? Foreshadowing.

This story is almost over... I really want to do a Finnick story... Tell me what you guys think!

This story will only go until she realizes she loves Finnick, may have a bit of fluff at the end (if you review and get to like 45 reviews before this is over) then it will have an epilogue, k?

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