Funny Thing Called Love
"Annie, I have everything worked out, you stay on survival. Forget the weapons and concentrate on shelter building, food gathering and useful things. Don't let anyone notice you. Don't show any of your skills." He says, as I stand outside the Training Centre with him.
"And when are you thinking of sharing the plan with me?" I ask.
"When you're ready. Just listen to me Annie; I know what I'm doing. I could never forgive myself if you were killed." He says, looking as though he's about to burst into tears.
"Finnick, accept it, I'll be dead by the end of the week. There's no point even trying anymore." I say looking down at the floor.
"There is a reason, you can't give up." He says holding both my hands.
"And what's that? Who's going to be affected by my death?" I say.
"Me." He says, his green eyes tearing up, "do you know what's kept me going all these years? Thinking of you. That's how I got through each day, thinking that one day we might be together. I knew I was lying to myself but I did so anyway. And now you'll not throw it all away when we're so close. I love you Annie. That's what I wanted to say all those years ago."
I feel elated like nothing can go wrong, so I go for it and kiss him on the lips gently. He kisses back as we look into each other's eyes hungrily. His lips are so soft and taste so good, it feels as if a warm tingly feeling is filling my body, like when you drink a warm drink on a cold day, nothing like what it felt like with Martin. I need more but I pull away as I know I need to go into the Training Centre. My attitude has completely changed and I'm going to win it for Finnick. He loves me! Finnick Odair loves me! "I love you too." I say. We embrace for a short while before I have to enter the room. I go straight to survival, just as Finnick told me. Somehow I'll win.