Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing smut, lemon, and gore)

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I hiccup and feel the air burn my lungs, "Not really."

"Think of it this way, things like this can only make fire stronger," I picture a frenzy of explosions as he speaks before I nod my head. He smiles reassuringly.

"Finnick is a really good guy, the reason he is straightedge is because he is stronger than us and he doesn't even know it. Annie stopped him by giving him the rope, Annie is the only one that can change him."

"Annie..." I thought about her, somehow she slipped my mind. Her piercing green eyes he talked about so often. I have to stop thinking I was the only one Finnick ever loved... He is the Finnick Odair. And my heart and soul still tells me he is hers, like Peeta is mine. Poor Annie... "You think she's ok? Snow said he only killed half of our loved ones."

"Well if that's the case, she may be ok... For now. It's hard to say, there is not a good chance of it."

"Then I hope she went peacefully... With Peeta." Haymitch looked at me from behind the bottle and his eyes became stone cold,

"You should never lose hope. Hope they are alive, Finnick still holds his rope. As you should hold your peal." My body became numb, I forgot about the peal. I the last place I had it was in the Games... It was probably gone forever. Gone like my hope.

"Yea... Pass me the wine."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he says while sipping some before handing it off to me. I stare at the frosted glass and feel a pang of hurt. No, not hurt. Guilt. I felt a pang of guilt and gripped the bottle with my life.

"I need to take a walk," I manage to say past my lips. Haymitch nods and takes the bottle from me, exchanging for my spot on the bed as I step through the cracked doorframe and off the porch. The sun is bright but the air is brisk, I notice children playing and a small girl training by herself reminds me of prim. Her blonde hair moved in the wind as she threw knives into the spot of a tree and everything was telling me to talk to her. She reminded me of Clove, throwing knives pefectly one after another in a emotionless gaze,

"Hi.." She threw a final blade and turned around, totally confident where the blade will land. Her eyes opened wide.

"Katniss Everdeen? Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?" she said with a final whisp while curling her fingertips around the handle of a knife in her pokcet.

"Just taking a walk, you?"

"Waiting for my mama to get out of work. We don't have anyone else so I wait for her around people to see me, I'm all she has left to give her honor," she threw the knife from, her pocket parellel into the three. All the knives formed a perfect X. She is like Clove.

"Why's that?"

"He died in the Games." her blue eyes struck my soul and I instantly put her head in my chest to shealter her gentle mind but then she pulled away and giggled, "It's fine. My brother was just doing his job. That and he's a show off." She isn't like Prim... She is a Capitol mutt. Breeded for the Games. This is the average child in Distrct 2 I suppose. Suddenly, a rustle of steps is rushed behind me and the little girl is snatched away from my side by a tall blonde woman, covered in coal dust,

"Don't talk to her, come on." What just happen? I hear the child say yea mother while they disappear in the distance. A group of kids who were playing is suddenly fixed on me, mouths whispering and eyes darting from me to the distance. I approach them,

"What?"

"Are you friends?"

"Friends with who?"

"Anne Handly, you w-were just talking to her," a small boy shyly said. I laughed and said of course and they all ran away. As I departed from the scene, I start to think more about her name. Handly It sounds way too familiar... Handly. Handly. Handly. Where did I hear that- The Games. My Games.

Cato Handly.
The blue eyed boy who wanted to kill me.

"Kitniss?" a warm voice purrs. I turn and see his sea green eyes, "I'm sorry, I was-"

"Being reasonable? Nah it's fine."
He shuffles his foot and then smirks, letting his classic expression illuminate his face.

"What you doing? Didn't have enough of me?" Ok, applogy accepted.

"That too, and a walk," I sarcastically laugh. He scowls and then I question him on where he has been.

"Katniss it's been hours, I left when I was finished." Hours? Time flies when you're drinking with Haymitch. We walk back to our box of wood, hand in hand like nothing happen. We enter like nothing happen, and Haymitch and Finnick exchange a warm smile like nothing happen.

"Welcome Back Prince Charming," he winks at Haymitch and blows a kiss. Typical. Regardless of the warm vibes I am feeling now, I want this day to be over. I let go of Fin's hand and crawl into bed, fully clothed; letting him crawl next to me while Haymitch sleeps in the chair with his wine.

"I love you," Fin whispers to me before closing his eyes in front of mine."
I hate this life, tomorrow at 3:00, "I love you too."Fin Holds me close to his warm skin and I start to drift off. He deserves it all. I will never stop owing Finnick.

I hope I don't wake up, for his sake. For Anne's sake. or Annie's sake. For my own sake.
I will never stop owing.