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     She looks at the dresses in front of distractedly,     half of her focus on them & half on the day that     will soon arrive. She  can't  recall  the  last  time     she wore something so beautiful. She  reaches     out with her hand, tempted to touch the one that     is   remarkably   gorgeous.  At  the  last  second,     however, she withdraws her hand, not wanting     to ruin the beauty of the dress.

                                         Her gaze moves to the next one; it's not quite as                                         lovely as the  previous  one.  She  contemplates                                         touching, almost  reaching  a  conclusion,  when                                         she's   interrupted   by  someone  speaking.  She                                         turns & looks at the  younger  girl  for  a  moment                                         before a nervous smile graces  her  lips.  It  goes                                         beyond her comprehension  as  to  why  Katniss                                         is thanking her,  especially  when  she's  the  one                                         who  volunteered  to  come to  Twelve  to  find  a                                         wedding dress for her.  If  anyone  should  thank                                         someone, it's Annie with no doubt.

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"Unfortunately for them I don’t   die that easy.”

❝ Wonderful. I'm ecstatic for you, really. But you don't know these men like I do, and that little bow of yours isn't going to do you much good. ❞

The so-called victor leaned back in her seat. She scanned  the  crowd for  something,  anything  to relieve her boredom. It seemed to take  eons  for her to  find  someone  who  would  be  worth  her time. When she finally spotted the  her,  Johanna couldn't help herself. 

Disbelief.

That was what Annie held within her the very second that she heard those three words come from the girl on fire's mouth. Had she truly asked such a question? And at such a time that it would be obvious to any individual that no, Annie Cresta Odair was not okay and it was very likely that she would never feel quite the same again.

The Capitol had taken many things from her -- Adrian, her brother whom was lost in her own Games and the rest of her family whom President Snow had made an example of executing when she refused to cooperate with activities in the Capitol. Not to mention the very place that she had called home for her entire life...but on this very day, Katniss Everdeen of District 12 had the nerve to ask her if she was 'okay' knowing very well that the only person, place or thing that had ever and could ever make her former life feel 'okay' again had been ripped from her during the rebellions more recent endeavors.

Her husband, Finnick Odair.

Ignoring the anger that seemed to bubble up inside of her, she chose to let the deep sorrow overwhelm her instead; although she didn't let it show on the outside -- they had seen enough of her tantrums when the rebels had returned with the news of causalities. The brunette swimmer canted her head away from whom others called the 'mockingjay' and chose to leave her question unanswered.

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours. exstinguitur