Finnick is dead. I am alive. Annie is alive. Triton is alive. Finnick's murderer is alive. How am I going to live through the afterlife of Finnick's death?
The Rebellion is over. Annie is unresponsive. I take care of Triton. Her son.
"Auntie Melissa? Why does mommy always sit in the rocky chair?" Asks Triton with his two year old voice.
"She is thinking about your daddy. She is sad. She can't do anything but sit there, and rock in the rocking chair." I reply as I put his sunhat on him.
Nothing further is said. Not until I get Triton to the beach.
"Water!" Triton screams right off.
"Calm down, Triton."
Annie startles me by saying that. I turn around. She is wearing her bathing suit, sunglasses, a beach hat, and Finnick's claw neaklace.
A single tear runs down my cheek. One of the only things that bring back happy memories.
"Annie. I wasn't expecting you." I say toneless as i take off Triton's button up shirt.
"I wasn't going to miss a sand war!" She exclaims.
About ten minutes into the war, Annie starts to cry. Finnick, Annie and I did this when we were kids.
I take Annie to one of the beach chairs that Triton and I brought.
"It's okay. Just let it all out." I say calmly.
Annie falls asleep in her tears. I wake her up at sunset, so that she can watch too.
"I thought that you'd want to see it." I say when she comes to her senses.
"Well, you definatly know me." She says as she smiles for the first time since we hear that Finnick was dead.
I'm glad I have the old Annie back. The one who wasn't crazed over Finnick.
The one that was willing to have fun.
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The Afterlife Of Finnick's Death: Book 2 of "The Afterlife" series
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