Fannie head cannon POV Finnick I watch down over Annie and my beautiful son Adrian, like I do everyday. Watch her pick him up, feed him, comb his hair, then bring him to the beach behind our house. She sets down a blanket and their picnic basket in her favourite spot then goes to catch up with Adrian who is already in the water playing. I watch them have water fights and races and spend the morning having fun in the water and building sand castles. What I wouldnt give to be there with them, to hold my son in my own arms, to kiss my Annies soft lips just once more. But I cant. I gave my life so they could have one. If I could do it over again I would do everything exactly the same. Die for the lives of many others. I think its beautiful, the way Annie became so much stronger after Adrian was born. How she became completely focused on raising our son. She looks so happy when she is with him but at night when she is alone and Adrian is sleeping I watch her break down back into the Annie she was after her games. She lays awake at night, quietly or sometimes crying. With that vacant look in her eyes. Holding the piece of rope I gave her, tying knots like I taught her. Missing me Im sure. Wishing I was there to hold her and help her raise our son. But Im not. Im six feet underground, unable to hold her. Unable to show her I love her. Shes lost me, and I have to watch her let go. I have to watch her forget. As the years fade her memories. By the time Adrian graduates I will be but a faint dream she once had, completely erased from her life. But as long as she isnt hurting anymore, Im okay with that. To be forgotten. To fade away into oblivion. -FireBurnsBrighter
Posted on: Sat, 21 Jun 2014 23:44:45 +0000
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