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*Katniss POV*
"Tell me about Annie?" I asked avoiding his gaze even though I knew he was looking at me.
"She's my baby sister," he said then was silent for a moment, "she's 10 now, and she's all I have left." He was silent again for a long time.
"What happened to your parents?" I asked in a small voice.
He was quiet for a moment, I was about to apologies when he said, "a year after I won the games they died in a boating accident." He paused for a moment, "it was a common enough thing in my district, but it left me and Annie alone, not that we had to worry about food or shelter, but still its hard growing up without parent."
"Finnick I'm so sorry," I said searching for something more to say. Before I could it caught my attention that he was staring at me, pain showing only in his eyes, but there was something else lurking in them that I couldn't define. "What?" I asked feeling self-conscious beneath his gaze.
He looked away into the fire, as if searching for something to say, but he never said anything, "Finnick?" I asked bringing his attention from the flame.
"Sorry I... I was just ..." he paused looking into the fire again, "lost in thought." He said and I could see tears swelling I his eyes but he blinked them back. I was curious but too afraid to ask what he was thinking about. I felt as though I had already crossed a line.
I could help but think about Annie, what she looks like; I imagined she had the sane sandy blond hair as Finnick, only strait. I smiled a little, but it quickly faded. This little girl could end up completely alone, because of me. My mind flashed to prim and my mother, at least she would have someone to take care of her and love her. I couldn't imagine leaving her alone in this messed up world. We sat there in silence for a long time. It quickly became too much for me. I began to shiver although it was very warm.
"Katniss," Finnick said looking at me, I avoided his gaze, "everything is going to be okay." I nodded sheepishly, not wanting him to know what I was really worried about ... I couldn't kill this man, I couldn't. If it came down to it, I simply would let him kill me instead. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as I came to peace with the fact that I was going to die. I pulled my knees to my chest, hiding my face in my knees. There was silence.
I jumped when I heard something move behind me. "Sorry." Finnick said sitting behind me. One leg went along my side while the other remained bent at my other side, he rested his hand on my shoulder and slowly pulled me too him. A sob broke through my lips as he wrapped his arms around me, "it's going to be okay, Katniss." He cooed softly, "shhhh sh shhh." He continued rubbing circles into my arm with his thumb.
If only he knew, nothing was ever going to be alright. Weather I live or die, nothing has been okay since the last games. I'm dead either way, I only just realized it.
I turned in his arms, so that my side was against his stomach, I turned my face into his arm, and tried to keep my sobs silent. I didn't need to wake Peeta up with my weakness. He needs all the rest he can get.