Okay, sorry for the slow update... I felt kind of out of it so... yeah. Finnick and Annie little cute scene and stuff in this chapter then the scene with Johanana that you can read in my other story too. Thanks for reading!

I woke up the next day, blinking sleep from my eyes, sweat pouring down my face. I shook and got out of the bed, looking around and rubbing my face. I felt more normal than I had for a while as I got up and went to the mirror, watching my face closely, looking for changes.

I got back on the bed and smiled widely, "Noah's going to come back." I whispered softly to my self.

There was a soft knock on the door and Finnick came in. His bronze hair fell in his eyes and he kept his eyes down, "Annie, I have to tell you something." He walked over to the bed slowly and sat down uncomfortably, keeping his eyes away from mine.

I curled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around the knees. I watched him closely, trying to read his body language. He had bad news, something was bothering him. Something bad and important.

He played with a piece of rope in his hands, knotting it, over and over. He looked up at me. "Annie, it's about Noah." I looked at him, eyes wide. He looked down again and tied the knot more rapidly, untying and retying.

"I thought you'd react that way." He sighed and looked back at me. "You love him, don't you?" I nodded slightly, wary of what he wanted to tell me.

"Annie, Noah's dead." He looked away.

I started shaking, pain filling my chest. "No..." Noah can't be dead, not now. "How?" I could barely get those two words out through the pain. It felt like it was suffocating me.

"Annie..." I let out a breath sadly. "Fine, he was killed. By the District 7 female tribute, her name is Johanna Mason." I nodded sadly then he whispered. "I'm going to take care of you." He whispered and looked at me.

I looked at him, at his earnest seagreen eyes. I could feel the tears slowly leak out from the corners of my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly and shook in anger. I felt Finnick's arms encircle me tightly, warm and strong.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, putting my face in his hair. I took a deep breath and smelled his hair, smiling slightly at the scent of it. I snuggled into his body, wishing for a second that it was Noah, then happy that Finnick was here with me.

I pulled back and he smiled slightly before taking a bag out of his pocket. "Here, this makes me feel better, maybe it'll help you." He opened the bag and smiled. It was full of sugarcubes. "Take one."

I stared at them closely, smiling then looked at him, almost forgetting Noah. Finnick reached his hand into the bag of sugarcubes and raised one out, pressing it against my lips. I opened my mouth softly, letting him feed me the sugarcube. He let it go and I closed my mouth, letting the cube disappear into nothing.

He softly pushed my hair behind my ear and ran a finger over my jaw, caressing my skin. His eyes were focused on mine and he leaned forward. I thought he would kiss me but instead, he wrapped his arms around me and leaned into me, hiding his face in my long dark hair.

"Annie... I hope you feel better." He held me then pulled back, looking in my eyes for a minute before pulling away and kissing my forehead gently.

"I'm so sorry, Annie."

A few days later, Finnick and I were sitting on the bed. I was in the middle, my knees against my chest, my arms holding my knees. He was talking to me, trying to make me forget about Noah. He smiled lightly, "Sorry, Ann, I have to get the door." I nodded and he left quickly.

After a while, Finnick came back, talking to someone, "If you need anything, just tell me." Finnick looked at me, his eyes sad and waved slightly before leaving. The girl he had escorted him had dark hair and also had matching dark brown eyes. She sat on the bed in front of me to try and get my attention.

I stared ahead, trying to ignore her and hoping she'd leave. "Annie, I have to tell you something." I'm guessing she's not going to leave by now so I begin truly listening.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself to say the next words: "I'm Johanna Mason, the victor. Noah, the tribute, told me to tell you thank you."

Johanna Mason. District 7. Killed Noah. The information processed quickly and I looked at her, truly looking at her. I couldn't understand what I saw in her eyes but I knew what I felt. It hurt and as I watched her, the pain of Noah's death washed through my body. I screamed in anger and jumped at her, trying to scratch her, hurt her like she hurt me.

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