I Hate That I Love You

Chapter 22

Finnick's POV

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After I put Viola back to bed, I went straight to bed. I woke up to an alarm. Mags Must have set it up. "Finnick?" I hear. "Finnick?" It was Viola's voice. "Yeah?" I call back. "Mags wants us down at the training area!" "Be Right down!" "Okay!" She says. My plan for this afternoon was, to keep Viola ALIVE. I don't plan on winning AGAIN. Living with the guilt. The disgust. I can't stand it. The thought that you killed people. It haunts you day and night. I rush downstairs. "Hey." I whisper to her. "Hi" she whispers, showing her sparkly white grin. "Bet you can't throw a knife as far as I can throw my trident!" "Is that a challenge?"she says,her blue eyes lighting up with confidence. "I could throw a trident farther any day." "Whatever Odair!" she rolls her eyes. "C'mon, Odair!" she calls. I smile.

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"No, no, no,no!" "Viola?!" I whine surprised. "You hold the arrow like so, then you pull back and let go!" She shot one ring from the bulls eye. she smirks at me. "That bet still on?" "So your really gonna go through with it Ravin?" I tease. "And why shouldn't I?" she says. "Ok, one because you would probably regret it, And two because you would regret it!" "Your all talk and no action Odair!" she says grabbing a knife and throwing it. Perfectly hitting the bullseye. "My god..." I mutter shaking my head. Everything goes silent. Everyone murmurs, surprised. " So your better than that Odair?" she sneers. "Way better." I smirk grabbing the trident. I walk towards the dummy sending the trident flying. "Bullseye." I taunt. "I guess your pretty good Ravin." "You too Finnick." she smiles. The bell rings. We need to go back to the dressing rooms. "C'mon Viola." "I'll drop you off." "Okay." she smiles.

Viola's POV

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He drops me off to the first room that I had ever been to in the Capitol. All those years ago. I remember, Fifteen year old me. Standing there crying. I don't cry. I just dont. Not anymore. when my mother died, she told me not to cry. Ever since I hardly shed a tear. "You ok?" he asks pulling me into a hug. "I'm fine." I say lying. I was anything BUT fine. I was falling apart. Can't show it. "Stop viola." I say under my breath. "Ok I'll see you later." "Remember come find me when the cannon blows." he says holding my shoulders. "Okay Finnick."

With a smile, he leaves. I walk in to find my stylist, Rene, Getting my outfit ready. "Hey Viola." she hugs me tightly. "Hi Rene." "This is it!" she hands me a grey and black hexagon patterned jumpsuit. "Thank you Rene." I smile. I change, then anxiously sit there waiting for the announcement for us to go to the cylinders. "Tributes, proceed to the launching cylinders." "And may the odds be ever in your favor." "Oh viola!" I almost forgot!" "your necklace!" "Thank you rene!" The necklace Brett and Gina gave me, one last hug. Then I step into the cylinder, rising up. So now an opening large enough to reveal the very place, I will

spent my last days in.

Finnicks POV

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I see the water. The glistening blue. My home. I see the docks, the nets, the beaches. Next thing I know I'm snapped back into reality with a shocking "boom" . I dive into the deep blue water. "Viola!!" I scream. Gasping for precious oxygen. "Viola!" I see her running up on a platform to the cornucopia. I see her grab some knifes and a bow. She also manages to grab a backpack. I make my way towards the cornucopia, I see a. Trident there. But before I can grab it I'm grabbed by an arm. But let go almost as quick as It grabbed hold. I get up and see Katniss holding her loaded bow a few feet from where I was standing. I get the trident and a small case of somthing. Anything we could possibly use. Viola and Peeta come running over so Katniss and I lead ourselves into the humid jungle.

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