Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years.
Annie’s letter to Finnick:
Finnick, hey. Remember that? You said that everyday after I became a victor. You trusted me Finn. You loved me. I was so lost. But you found me. You saved me Mr. Odair, your strong, warm arms cradled me through my sadness. So how? How can you, the only man I ever loved, die on me? Why did you leave me Finn? Don’t you love me anymore? Now the only thing I hold on to is your memory; the only thing I have left. This is for you saving me when I was about to drown. This is for sitting beside my unmoving body everyday after I’ve gone mad. This is for the kisses of reassurance that held me in my ground. This is for your knots that secured me in the shores of your love. This is for you Finn. For the family we should have been. For the happy ending we oh so deserve. This is me, loving you Finnick Odair. Until death do us part.
There comes you to take me in your arms
Years passed, but each and every day, Annie walked out to the beach, to the very place where her and Finnick met for the first time. And every day she sat down, burying her feet in the sand, her gaze wandering up to look at the clear skies.
This was the place that he, Finnick Odair, had saved her life. Because in meeting him, he had been the one to save her from her own nightmares.
And every day, as Annie looked up at the skies, she whispered under her breath,
He never lets go of Annie’s hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.
So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
“did you love annie right away, finnick?”
“How do you bear It?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief.
“I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking up.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay