Chapter 3
He held me for what feels like a eternity. His breathing became calm and steady, I could tell he was sleeping. I was so tired and desperate to close my eyes, maybe just a few seconds... No!
I can't sleep. I can't take the chance that I'll wake up and he'll be gone and that it will all be a dream, a brilliant, wonderful yet heartbreaking dream. I love him so much, I love his eyes, I love the way he makes me feel safe, the way he treats me like I'm the only girl in the world. The only one he loves.
"Annie, what's wrong?" His tone is panicked and immediately brings me out of my trance.
"Nothing I'm fine I-" That's when I taste the saltiness in my mouth. I'd been crying, not crying, sobbing considering the amount of tears still rolling down my face.
"Its ok, I'm fine, I-I'm more than fine. I'm so happy" I state before throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Oh, Annie" he sighs contently a few minutes later, stroking may face were my scar once was. "I fear I will never leave your side again, you'll most likely get sick of me." I knew he was joking but something in his eyes told me this was a deep fear of his.
"Finnick Odair, I could never, ever get sick of you" I said tilting his head so our foreheads were touching, "I love you."
"Annie, I think I should tell you what happend there. I think I need to tell the one I love, the only one I love." He is whispering now as if we were the only people in the world and he had no need to project his voice like he always did, like he will always do. I nod apprehensively, scared I will upset him even more, but being honest with myself I needed to know why I had lost him.
"In my dream you were so happy, smiling, peaceful then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my heart. You began to look upset, scared. I told you it was ok. That's when a white light started pulling me forward. I got up and began to walk to it. The closer I got to the white light the more the pain in my heart dulled. I reached out my hand, I-I was about to touch it when I heard you crying. A sound a hundred times more painful than the searing in my heart. You were sobbing on the floor, begging me not to leave you, not to go, that you, you couldn't do it by yourself. That's when I knew it didn't matter how much pain I was in as long as you were with me, you were my antidote. The next thing I knew I was falling and I was screaming your name. I woke up screaming your name. It felt like only a few hours ago I was lying in that sewer but the doctor, the doctor told me it had been six months. I-I couldn't believe I had left you that long
I hated myself."
Finnick. My Finnick. I couldn't believe that he had been alive this whole time. Six months of thinking he was dead when he wasn't he was fighting for me, for us. It had been a year since he died. Six months asleep. Were was he the over six? I chocked back tears. I wasn't pretty why would he come back sooner? I was a mess, a mess maybe he didn't need. I was foolish to think a heartthrob could fall for me. I don't blame him. I can't I guess he just doesn't lo-
"Annie stop it!" He said worriedly as he gripped my shoulders and forced me to look him in the eyes. He could always read me so well. "Annie, I love you. Don't look at me like that. Annie I would never leave you. I love you." He stated forcefully before gently wiping a stray tear which had fallen from my eye. "Annie, when I woke up, I was in a cell."