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The train ride feels like days, but it's really only seven hours. I sit in a chair by the window with a book. It's taking way too long. They should make the trains faster for victors. Finnick comes in. "Ten minutes left." I jump out of my seat and drop the book I've been pretending to read for the past five hours. "The Twilight Saga", what a horrible book. I shudder at its awfulness.

Finnick scowls at me shoves his hands in his pockets as he turns away from me. I roll my eyes and run past him to the bar car, grabbing his arms on the way. "We need a toast," I tell him.

He perks up immediately and rushes ahead of me. He grabs two bottles of wine and shoves one into my hands. "To love, for how could we live without it?" he says as he uncorks his bottle.

I undo mine and take a tiny sip. He, however, drains the entire bottle. He swallows, then hiccups. I stare at him, repulsed. He smiles weakly. "It's how I get through it," he says.

Leona comes in and sees the bottle. She tuts disapprovingly. "That's not the right thing to do in your situation, Finnick!" she says. Before I can ask what his situation is, Leona ushers me towards the door.

I'm suddenly conscious of what I'm wearing, a beige dress. Will Marlin like it? Of course he will, my conscience says. He'll make as one sappy comment about it and everything will go back to normal.

I position myself at the door as we pull into the station and brave myself for cheering. Instead, I am tackled by Azula, Coral, and Pearl. My family is the only one in the station, besides the camera crews. I have to keep myself from crying out in dissappointment. I love my sisters, but I need to hug Marlin NOW.

"He's at the back," Azula whispers in my ear. I continue to hold all three of them as I kiss my father's cheek. "See you tomorrow, ViVi," Azula whispers. "What's tomorrow?" I ask. "Oh, nothing important," she says, trying to cover up the fact that she said something.

I glance towards the back of the station and see him, hidden in the shadows at the way back of the station. Coral and Pearl unhook themselves from my waist, and Azula takes her arms from around my neck.

I slowly start walking towards him, picking up speed as I go, finally running towards him at full speed. I launch myself into his arms, and the force almost makes him fall over. He hesitates, then crushes me with a hug.

I look up and smile when I see tears in his eyes. "Why are you crying, love?" "I- I thought I'd never see you again. I love you, I love you so much." I hug him tighter as he plants a kiss on my forehead. Oh, this is the piece of heaven I've been craving since I was taken to the Capitol.

After a minute or two, he untangles himself from my arms and pulls me outside by my hand. The cheering hits me like a gunshot. Marlin raises his hand in mine and the crowd cheers even louder.

After about twenty minutes of smiling and waving, my mouth is hurting and my arms are stiff. The people are thinning, so we walk to Victor's Village. "Um... the Victor's Committee from the Capitol and I agreed that you could just live at my house from now on," he says timidly.

"But what about my family?" We take the stairs from the Village to the beach. He points to a bungalow with construction equipment scattered around it. "I had someone build that for them while you were gone," he says.

"You just keep getting better and better, don't you?" He smiles. "Oh, I forgot something. Hold in a sec." He rushes back up the stairway and comes back down. "Picnic?" He asks, holding out a basket. I grin and take his hand. He spreads the blanket on the sand. "You know, Mrs. Shores, two days ago I had a picnic out here with your sisters." I smile.

"Have you ever thought for one second that we're too young to get married? I'm mean, I'm only eighteen," I say before I can stop myself. "Yeah, a lot can happen in a few years. What if by the time you're thirty you don't love me anymore?" "Fat chance of that happening! I didn't kill seven people to come home and stop loving you."

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful in that dress?" "Great way to change the subject, Marlin." "Just trying to make you happy, princess." "Don't call me that," I snap. He blinks slowly, then recovers his cool and offers me a sandwich. Mmm, tuna salad. "Did Annie make this?" I ask him. He nods. Annie's father runs the deli/bakery, and Annie's talent is cooking.

We finish eating and watch the sunset, just like we used to. Except now both of us are murderers. "When they interviewed you about me, what did you say?" I ask. "I don't remember. It was awful, though, talking about the person you love the most when they might die at any second. You don't know how it feels."

"Yeah, I do. They interviewed me for your games." "You loved me even back then?" "Hell yeah. You were a hot fifteen year old, you know that?" I say, taking his hand. He grins as we walk back to his house. "Oh, hold on one second." I unclip President's Snows rose charm from my necklace and hurl it into the water. "Thanks, President Snow, but no thanks," I whisper under my breath. I dust my hands off and continue walking.

When we get back to the house, Marlin sends me off to take a shower, claiming I reek of the Capitol. When I come out, there's a loaf of seaweed bread on the counter. Man, Marlin knows me so well.

He comes in and sits down across from me, combing his hair. I ruffle it up, saying it looks better that way. We split the bread, and then brush our teeth. Marlin doesn't want to, but when I tell him I won't kiss him unless he does, he picks up a toothbrush.

Then I head to the guest room, because I'm modest like that, and I fall asleep instantly. Three hours later, Marlin's arms are wrapped me while I try to stop trembling from the nightmares.

"Was it about your experiences in the arena? Do you want to talk about it?" he asks. "I saw you. Getting m-married, having ch-children, g-growing old, and d-dying, but not with, it was with Azula. Why can't I have the normal dreams where the people I've killed torment me?" I cry, still trembling.

"Trust me, you don't want those. Those are the worst. And I would never do that to you, you know that," Marlin says, trying to calm me down. I eventually stop shaking. "If you want, you can sleep in here tonight. It might help with the nightmares."

The look on my face must have been weird, because he squirms. "I mean, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable," he stammers. I put a finger to his lips. "Why would it make me uncomfortable? You're the person I love the most."

He throws the covers over me and lays down next to me. I fall asleep cocooned in his arms.