Before the war, Annie hoped. After Finnick left to fight Annie hoped. She hoped he would be safe. She hoped he would return to her. Later Annie returned to district 4. She tried to comfort herself with familiar things like sitting at the pier, dipping her feet in the water or watching the sunset from the beach but these were things she did with Finnick and all they did was bring up painful memories. The only thing that took her mind off of him was caring for their son. Even though she could see Finnick in her son, it didn't bring sadness like everthing else. When she looked at him, when he was so full of life, she felt a happiness that she never had before, a warm feeling in her stomach that would slowly spread to rest of her body, from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. She would feel so happy that she felt she was glowing, something that only one other person had managed to do. When she thought this a sadness would mingle with the happiness. Her child would grow up without a father, without a male rolemodel in his life. She dreaded when he got older, when he started asking questions. Why did everyone else have a father and he didn't? Where was his dad? Did he not love him? Then she would have to tell him what happened. All the death and suffering, how families were torn apart and how his father died. But she would tell him so he knew that his father was a hero, he had died fighting for what he believed in, he had died fighting for his son's future. She hoped that would be enough, for him to know that without his father it wouldn't be the same in district 4. After the war, Annie hoped.
