I Hate That I Love You

Chapter 18

Viola's POV

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I go over to my dresser, find some clothes and run over to Finnick's room. I knock on the door,"Finnick?" "are you in there?" "Yeah!" "Come in!" He's shirtless, I try not to stare. Which proves to be hard because he obviously notices and blushes slighty. "Meet me downstairs, ok?" He says. "Alright." I stand there as he turns to go to the bathroom. "Why am I still here?" I think outloud. I step out,awkwardly closing the door behind me. I run downstairs, almost tripping on the last step. I can't walk, or even think straight! "C'mon dear." says Lillian. She motions for me to sit. "Hello Mags, Lillian." "Good Morning!" They say. "Uh, Viola?" "Yes Mags?" "Where is Finnick?" "Oh he'll be straight down, He's just getting ready." "Yes, Thank you." "Your very Welcome." I smile. But Finnick was taking an awfully long time, and everyone was finishing up breakfast. "Mags?" I ask. "Will training be held today?" "No dear, Training will not be held today." "Thank you." "Um, may I please be excused?" "Of corse you may dear." says lillian. "Thanks again."

I walk upstairs, And into Finnick's room. "Hey, you missed breakfast!" I call. No answer. I walk over to my room. I find Finnick sitting on the floor head in his hands with a Piece of paper laying on the floor next to him. I rush towards him and sit down. "Whats this?" I ask. "Viola, Don't read that." He says worriedly. "Why not?" I smile. "Just Please..." "Finnick?" "What is it?"

I open it up and read this:

To Ms. Viola Ravin,

We are sad to inform you that your younger relative Michael Ravin has become gravely ill. He has contracted an infection which prevents him from breathing properly. He has approximately 5 months to live. Due to the fact you have Been selected for the

75th Annual Hunger Games, you may not return home. However, you may give money to pay for a serious surgery to keep your brother alive. He will be taken to a hospital in your District. The total cost comes out to 640.00

Thank you,

Mayor of District 4

Finnick's POV

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To see her face reading that letter, was

Depressing. Tears streaming down her face. I hold her in my arms and my shirt becomes damp with her tears. Her sobs fill the room. I comfort her, "He's going to be okay Viola." I say. After a while she calms down somewhat. "I will give you the money to pay for the surgery Viola." "Oh Thank You Finnick!" she shouts excitedly. She wraps her arms around me. Her hair was damp as well from the tears. "Thank you." she whispers into my ear. She plants a kiss on my forehead. "Your welcome." I whisper. She fell asleep on my shoulder again. "I love you" I whisper barely audible. I kiss her head and carry her to her bed and leave her to rest.

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