Reunited // Finnick Odair

Chapter 48

Try to enjoy this boring af chapter. I am sorry. (Also this may or may not be the end, but for now it is. Sorry bout that too)

- A month later -

I wake up, and Finnick isn't there, instantly sending me into panic mode. I feel around his side of the bed, just in case he'd miraculously untangled his limbs from my own and moved across, but it's cold and empty. I throw back the covers, shivering in the cold of the night, and drag myself of the bed.

"Finnick?" my whisper is loud enough, but there was no reply and I began to worry further. It had only been a week since we'd been home in District 4...if something has happened already...I couldn't even think about it. "Finnick?!"

A sharp blast of air sent a shiver coursing through my body and I crossed my arms for warmth. Then I noticed the curtain billowing into the room and the open balcony doors. I sighed in relief as I spotted the back of Finnick on the balcony. I tip-toed slowly over, cautious not to disturb him. Then I managed to knock over one of the house plants that stood by the door, crashing over and smashing into pieces and therefore causing Finnick to jump and spin around, alarmed.

I gave him a smile. "Hey, stranger," I grin at him. He relaxes and turns back around to look out at the sea. I went up beside him and rested my arms on the railings, breathing in the fresh sea air deeply. I'd grown accustomed to living here again already. Despite being the third time I'd moved here, I didn't feel like an outsider. I felt almost relaxed and at ease at the idea that the Games were finally over. Snow was dead, and Finnick and I are free to be together at long, long last. However, the war wasn't entirely forgotten. No, it would take much longer than a week to rid ourselves of the horrors of war, of all the loss and pain felt by both sides.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask Finnick after a particularly deep sigh.

He wraps a strong arm around my shoulder and pulls me in. "We won, Anna. We won," he tells me with a heavy tone. "So why do I feel like we lost?"

I frown and spin around so my back is against the railing and I'm facing Finnick, his eyes stinging with tears. "Nightmares?" I query, and he nods in reply. "I get them, too, you know. Have since my very first Games. I don't think we're ever going to escape what happened to us, to all of us in the last seventy-plus years. The Hunger Games have tarnished Panem forever, there's no coming back from that. But...now we can move on. It's behind us, it is past. And we're together, finally, Finnick. No more separation, no more torture, and worry, and pain. Just us...just together, and peace. We can live here by the sea until we're old, with a family of our own, and their families, and theirs, and so on. We have the open sea and every possibility imaginable ahead of us."

A small smile tugs at his lips. "I could open a fishing store," he muses.

"Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking when I said "every possibility" but if that's what you want to do, then do it. There's nothing stopping you, anymore,"

Finnick nods slowly. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I frown.

"What do you plan to do? You know...when I'm away working at my future fishing store."

"Oh..." I thought for a moment. "I don't really know. I don't exactly have many skills. I suppose I could always teach? Maybe?"

He pulls me in quickly, and drops a small kiss on my lips. "I think you'd make a great teacher, Viv,"

I almost blush, but instead I roll my eyes and pull away. "Come on, Pretty Boy, back to bed."

"I'll happily go to bed with you," he calls from behind me, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.