Only One Left
She couldn't believe Annie had actually let Paylor bury his body here, in the graveyard reserved for victors. It seemed uncaring, as if Finn was just another victor that died. She knew she shouldn't pester the poor girl about him, seeing as she was running around like crazy trying to keep little Finn in line. It was unfortunate for Finn that Annie was so occupied with little Finn that she couldn't spare him a visit unless for important occasions.
"It's me again," she said, quietly so as to not ruin the somber mood. Oh, how she wished he could hear her. For a long time, he was the only one there for her. After she exited the arena, all the other victors refused to talk to her. Only Finn let her have the benefit of the doubt.
She had killed only a few tributes, but each battle was as vicious as the last. They gave her a nickname after her games, like they did for everyone. That was the only sign of inclusion she felt. She became the silent ax, a nickname she quickly outgrew. She didn't talk to anyone, so no one approached her. The loss of the nickname was almost like they were reminding her she had lost them.
Then there was Finn, who understood what it was like to fear enough to kill. All the others were either trained to kill, or simply defended themselves. Sure, there must've been a few like them, but they were also hidden in the shadows. Only Finn was accepted into the larger group, but he was Finn. Everyone accepted him.
She wanted to blame him so badly for leaving her alone. Again. Everyone else had their families, their children, and those who didn't were just regular citizens. None of them would understand. Only Finn understood, and now he was dead. It was the stupid fire girl's entire fault. She hadn't gotten there in time. Now she wanted to blame Katniss for everything.
She couldn't bring herself to. Katniss was her only friend left.
"You were my only friend, Finn," she sighed, placing the hydrangeas at the gravestone. She'd always remember he loved hydrangeas, he said it reminded him of District 4. Just the way pine leaves reminded her of District 7, or coal dust reminded Katniss of District 12. Little anecdotes to remember times when they had a home. Now she wasn't sure she had a home. There was no one left in 7, Snow had killed her parents, her little cute brother, her best friend, even Blight. He wasn't much, but at least he was from home.
He killed Finnick. He killed everyone.
"There's no one left, Finn! You were the only one left and now there's no one!" she whispered in a bit of a shriek. Several eyes looked towards her, but instantly looked away upon recognition. Of course everyone would recognize her. She'd never be alone, and at the same time she'd be lonely at the exact same time. She didn't know which was worse.
"I miss you a lot, Finn. You were the only one there when that fat bastard killed my parents, my brother, my best friend." She trailed off, the memories flooding back. The 'accidents' Snow so carefully planned, the fake funerals everyone went to because she was the silent ax murderer. He was the only one who genuinely cared about her.
"I love you, Finn," she whispered, finally leaving the gravesite. And she did, more than anyone else did. Except maybe Annie. She didn't love him because he was the only one left, rather the contrary.
Because she loved him so much, he became the only one left.
I DON'T SHIP JOHANNA x FINNICK! THIS IS A SIBLING TYPE OF LOVE!