The last chapter! Thank you all and don't forget my other stories! I hope you like the "epilogue" and please, don't be afraid to comment on it. This is right after everyone got back at the very end of Mockingjay. Thank you all, again!
Four Years Later...
I was in my room, waiting for when Finnick would run back in the room, for when he would tell me the war was over and I could return to the beautiful white shores of Four. He'd been gone for two days now, two long, interminable days. I'd locked myself in my room, not doing anything but waiting for Finnick to return to me.
I had just got to District 13. I was laying in a hospital bed and everything was so white, so bright. I couldn't see anything, I was blinded. All my senses seemed to be on overload, there was a high pitched scream in my ears, echoing through my head. My skin seemed to feel every thread on what I assumed was a blanket covering me. My mouth was dry and my whole body had a dull ache.
Sea green eyes entered my view- taking away all the white and slowly revealing the bronze hair that curled around the tanned skin. Finnick, my Finnick. He had saved me. "Annie!" He whispered and the ring dulled as I felt his hands run over the skin of my face; my cheeks, my forehead, my ear, my neck. He was like a blind man that finally can see.
He loves me, and I him.
"Annie, I'm so sorry!" He whispered and pressed his lips to mine.
I smiled slightly, just glad to see him again, "For what, Finnick?" My voice was low, so only he could hear. No one else needed to know how much I love him, no one else was worth speaking to. Maybe it was I who wasn't worth speaking too.
"For leaving you all alone, for not saving you."
"Finnick... It doesn't matter, we're together."
"I'm so glad for that. Annie, I promise-" He stroked my hair desperately, paing filling the beautiful eyes that hovered above me.
"Don't, you don't need to..." I whispered, even softer. "Don't promise me anything." He didn't need to promise me anything, wouldn't need to promise me ever.
"I will, Annie... I promise you I will never leave you alone again. I will always come back."
"I know."
I shook, remembering that. He would come back, he had to. The door opened and my eyes flicked to the figure that was entering. It was Johanna. She'd come every day since Finnick had left, out of obligation to him, of course.
"Annie..." Her voice was relectant. She had news. She never wanted to tell me what was happening. I needed to hear that, I needed to hear if he was still going, if he was still fighting.
"I have news..." She whispered softly, sitting beside me on the unruffled bed (I hadn't used it the entire time Finnick was gone). "About Finnick." This had to be good. When I turned to her, my heart fell at the pain that filled her face.
I waited for her to conitnue, to tell me that he was still coming back. "Annie... Finnick's not coming back."
I stared at her, at the bluntness of her statement. Every part of my body told me that it was not possible for Finnick to never come back to me. I analyzed every part of her face for the joke, the horrible joke that had to lurk there.
I only found pain and sadness.
I felt the tears begin to slip down my face, begin to mingle with some of my dark hair that fell from the ponytail. I wanted her to take it back, I wanted her so bad to tell me that she was joking. I knew that it would never come.
The hole in my heart widened, being torn as different emotions passed through. I shook, closing my eyes, the pain of my loss slipping through my entire body, beating me over and over.
I gasped, trying to push the thought of Finnick not being there away, slipping into the ever comforting memories of the past.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly to him. It was the day after our marriage. I was so happy, my heart bursting with the joy of being able to marry Finnick, to be Mrs. Odair. The words kept passing through my head, like little rolling balls.
Mrs. Odair, Mrs. Finnick Odair, Mrs. Annie Odair, Annie Odair, Mrs. Odair, Finnick and Annie Odair, Mrs. Finnick Odair, Annie Odair, Mrs. Annie Odair.
Nothing could go wrong. "Annie?" He whispered, the room was dark but for the one candle lighting the room from the distant desk in the corner of the sterile white room. It cast a soft glow over his and my features. I smiled slightly and looked at him, my eyes questioning.
Everything we felt could be told in our eyes. We knew each other, sometimes knowing the other better than we knew ourselves. It was so completely perfect, the way that I could begin a sentence and Finnick would answer it before I could pass the first word. The way we could watch each other for hours, without ever touching, without ever speaking and be completely fulfilled.
But that was over now.
Now I was alone, utterly and completely alone.
I looked at Finnick. He loved me, utterly and completely loved me. The girls that he took with him, they were necessary. He had to save me and his family. For years, he had had to keep everyone at an arms distance.
But now I was let in.
Now I was part of him, part of him that the Capitol would never touch. The Finnick from before the Sixty-Fifth Hunger Games. The Finnick that loved, the Finnick that cared, the Finnick that would give his life for his family.
The Finnick that loves the crazy victor of the Seventieth Hunger Games.
I love Finnick Odair.
I love Finnick Odair.
Finnick Odair loves me.
Finnick Odair would never leave me.
I looked up at Johanna, the pain of losing Finnick dulled by the thought that he would always be with me, that he would never really leave me. That he would be in my memories. I looked up at the sky, unable now to watch Johanna. "I love you, Finnick. I know you love me too. I know you didn't leave me." I couldn't see now through the tears.
"I know you'll never leave me, at least not in spirit."
Okay, now, let me explain a bit. When she says "I love Finnick Odair" twice, it's not a mess up. She's trying to calm herself. I hope you liked the ending and don't forget to read the rest of my stories. Please, please, please PLEASE...
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