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(The nightmares are keeping her up)

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[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[Annie can't sleep. Annie always has a hard time sleeping and now is no exception. Hence her midnight wanderings.] Katniss? Nightmares?

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Katniss hasn't truly slept well since the 74th Games, but it's worse than ever now. So many people haunt her dreams. So many people who would still be alive if it weren't for her. For Annie though, she will force a weak smile) As always. You too?

[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[She nods, taking a seat at the table next to Katniss.] Can't sleep. Monsters, bad things. [Then she adds sadly, the poor girl's only finally understood what it meant when they told her that Finnick was dead:] No Finnick to help.

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Yet one more thing Katniss can blame on herself. If it weren't for, Annie would still have a husband. Their child would still have a father. After a moment of hesitation, she reaches for Annie's hand, though the move seems awkward and just feels forced and unnatural) I'm sorry, Annie. I never should have let him go with.

[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[She lets Katniss take her hand, and just looks at it for a moment before shaking her head quickly.] No. Not your fault. Didn't know what would happen.

[bedraggle.livejournal.com]

Katniss, [ the soft voice asks from the hallway as she peeks into the room. ]

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Pulled out of her reverie by the voice, soft at it is, Katniss doesn't jump but her head whips towards the door. At first, all she can see is Finnick. Another person who would be alive if it weren't for her. Slowly her face softens, and she forces a smile more for Annie's benefit than her own) Annie. Are you ok?

[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[Annie can't sleep. Annie always has a hard time sleeping and now is no exception. Hence her midnight wanderings.] Katniss? Nightmares?

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Katniss hasn't truly slept well since the 74th Games, but it's worse than ever now. So many people haunt her dreams. So many people who would still be alive if it weren't for her. For Annie though, she will force a weak smile) As always. You too?

[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[She nods, taking a seat at the table next to Katniss.] Can't sleep. Monsters, bad things. [Then she adds sadly, the poor girl's only finally understood what it meant when they told her that Finnick was dead:] No Finnick to help.

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Yet one more thing Katniss can blame on herself. If it weren't for, Annie would still have a husband. Their child would still have a father. After a moment of hesitation, she reaches for Annie's hand, though the move seems awkward and just feels forced and unnatural) I'm sorry, Annie. I never should have let him go with.

[anniesgonemad.livejournal.com]

[She lets Katniss take her hand, and just looks at it for a moment before shaking her head quickly.] No. Not your fault. Didn't know what would happen.

[bedraggle.livejournal.com]

Katniss, [ the soft voice asks from the hallway as she peeks into the room. ]

[mournedlife.livejournal.com]

(Pulled out of her reverie by the voice, soft at it is, Katniss doesn't jump but her head whips towards the door. At first, all she can see is Finnick. Another person who would be alive if it weren't for her. Slowly her face softens, and she forces a smile more for Annie's benefit than her own) Annie. Are you ok?