A knock on my door wakes me up. Quickly I sit right up in my bed. Today... I'm going into the Arena today.
The fact feels like a slap in my face. My mouth is dry, but somehow I manage to tell the person at the door to come in. Finnick appears and I feel terrible inside. This is the last time.
"Angel..." He whispers while he walks closer to the bed with slow steps. My eyes start to water. I keep on sitting in my bed, looking at Finnick coming closer. My hands start to shake. I feel his warm hand on my shoulder and I bite my lip trying to hold back my tears. I turn my head and look into his eyes, my hand softly touching his cheek. "This is the last time. The last time I can touch you. The last time I can see you. The last time I can talk to you..." I whisper in tears. "This is not the last time Annie. I've told you so many times, you're going to survive this! I will give everything I have to save you. Forever and always."
Slowly I shake my head. "I'm not strong like you are Finnick. You know I won't come back. I'll wait for you, up there. I'll always be with you." Finnick lets go off my shoulder and stands up, giving me an angry look. "Goddamnit Annie! You act like you're already dead! Please! Please shut up!" He turns away from me. With a wide open mouth I stare at his muscled back. "What do you mean?" I mumble. A frustrated kind of moan comes out of his mouth. "Can't you see it? Can't you just see it?!" He screams, still not looking at me. "See what?!" I scream back just as frustrated as he is. What's he doing? Ruining my life before it's over?
"THAT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!"
Tears start to roll down my face. Finnick puts one hand onto his face. "I love you. I'm nothing without you. I'd rather die myself then being here without you. So don't act like you're already dead. Because then I'll be dead too."
"Finn..." I start but I don't know how to finish my sentence. Finnick comes closer to me and looks into my eyes again. "I don't want to lose you." He whispers. His lips touch mine and my insides feels like it's exploding. I wrap my arms around his neck. "You won't." I say through the kissing. "I'll win this. For you." I say still crying. Finnick breaks off the kissing and his hands go through my hair.
"I love you, Angel."

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Annie's Story
Teen FictionAnnie Cresta, also known as the mad girl from District four. This, is her story.