Everyone wanted a love story like theirs. They were young, childish, and naive when they meant but it soon developed into much more than a case of puppy love.
Some call love a disease, the dangerous emotion cascading along the body until the victim is fully covered. Finnick knows this now, as he makes himself desired by another capital lady, his mind wonders to the red haired girl back home, his thoughts etched out into a chain, one wire seeming to be loser than the others as it sent them all in a downwards spiral.
Annie wears the same dress Mags did on the night of their wedding. The pure white gown fit perfectly on someone who looked innocent, but Finnick knew better than anyone else that she was just as broken as he. The night was spent in each other’s arms, and Finnick felt the disease catching up with him, the love bug shooting through his veins with her presence.
Finnick died saving someone’s else’s love. A disease it was clear Peeta had also developed too. Ironic, he thought as he pushed Peeta out the door, saving the pair of lovers as a mutt enveloped his body. Finnick thought it was the disease’s fault, as his last thoughts were of Annie.
It turned out that Annie had the disease as well, but the disease along with grief proves to be a deeper kind of sickness. She had named her little boy Finnick, unable to cope as she wore her dead lovers clothes around, seeming more dead than alive, which suited her seeing as a part of her died with him.
Isn’t everyone itching closer to death? It must be because love kills all.