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Just a quick, short, prologue-ish chapter, just to start off the whole series. This is a epilogue story to 'The Girl Who Set the Spark' series, and the final sub-story. I advise you to read the series first, but that's just my suggestion. This story will take place after Mockingjay.

Thank you to everyone who have reviewed, favourited, or put an alert on any of my stories! Thank you so, so much! Can you believe it's the final sub-story already?

So just a few things before we start - this whole sub-story will be mainly told in Finnick's point of view, though there will be a few chapters here and there in Anxol's POV, and there might be a chapter or two told in a surprise perspective! (: And yes, this sub-story will be mainly fluff and happiness and all of that, because the prologue sub-story was all sadness and depression, so I should make up for it now. Plus, we could all use some happiness and fluff now and then, right?

Alright, now onto the first chapter to the final sub-story in Anxol and Finnick's journey!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Suzanne Collins.

Things change.

Colours fade, people change, things die, and things are born. What we believe in changes, and what we know seems to change every day. What we used to think was real was actually a lie, and what used to be a dream is now a reality.

Things change, almost in every second of our life. Shifting, sometimes subtle changes that we don't notice until later. Shattering, sometimes changes that seem to tilt the world we used to know completely upside down.

But one thing doesn't change.

Anxol. My love for her. Her love for me. It stays the same, whether we are at the Capitol or at District 13. Whether one of us is in an iron cage and the other in a cage of worries. Whether we are separated or apart, sane or completely delusional, our love stays the same.

Unconditional. Unbreakable. Unlimited.

I love her, and she loves me. It was all I ever needed to be happy, all I needed to pull through in this world.

And now that our world is a better place, now that we have no more Hunger Games and no more death; well, that's just a bonus.

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The first few days of consciousness are the hardest. The pain seizes me, rips through me. It tears me up and it shreds me to a million pieces. It burns, stings, bites, and chokes. This pain is the worse pain of all; nothing compared to what I've been through in the Games. Bullets are much worse than any knife or spear.

But she numbs it all. She sits by my bedside, and she never leaves. Even in the foggy depths of unconsciousness, I can feel her holding my hand, hear her soft whispering words. With her by my side, the pain is not so bad. Just seeing her beautiful smile, just hearing her silvery voice - I would take all the bullets in the world for her.

They put me through surgeries. I can't catch the words that explain what they're doing to me, but I can definitely feel it. The cold metal embedded in my flesh is too foreign, too strange. They tell me that now I can walk and move my arms, but the movements feel too stiff, too robotic.

Anxol cradles my head and smoothes my hair, whispering comforting words as they pull apart muscle to replace the bone.

"Just think," she whispers softly, "about all the times we can swim in the ocean."

And instantly, with her words and her delicate, beautiful face, all the pain goes away.

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After two weeks of being in intensive care at the hospital, I am free to go. They give me medicine and salves and they tell Anxol to make sure I take them every day. She nods, but I am already dragging her to the newly rebuilt trains.

District 4, here we come.

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"Do you remember Angelfish," I smile, pacing the room, "that you used to avoid going on the bed with me? Absolutely mental."
Anxol raises an eyebrow at me, the train's movement swaying her hair. The compartment looked exactly like it used to, bringing back a wave of memories of Anxol and I. How we met. How we bonded. How we fell in love.

"Well, I'm more than willing to get in a bed with you now, if that makes you feel any better." Anxol grins, flopping onto the bed and patting the space next to her. "I've fallen for your Finnick charm!"
I laugh and sit down on the space next to her, and she instantly melts into my arms - she fits perfectly, and it feels like we were molded to fit each other.

"I hope you'll still be willing to get in a bed with me back in Four." I say in a low voice, rubbing my nose with hers, eyes glinting deviously.

"Finnick Odair - you never do stop, do you?" She laughs, giving me a quick peck. "You're absolutely unbelievable."

"Everybody says I am, anyways." I grin. She grins back and lays her head on my shoulder, white-blonde tresses tumbling down. I hold her close, as close as possible. I take in everything about her, what I had almost lost. Small things like her fluttering eyelashes, or pink lips. Her long graceful fingers and long legs. The scar on her ankle and the birthmark on her collarbone. I don't even dream of losing any of these things again - don't even want to imagine a world without her.

"But I'm serious. I want children. Lots and lots of children." I tell her, and she looks up to me with surprised eyes. "Nineteen, preferably."

"No. No way are we having nineteen children." She growls playfully. "I'm not spending nineteen years bearing your children, and another twenty taking care of them."

I laugh at her reaction, and take pleasure in the twinkle in her eyes.

"But I want children." I say seriously. "I never thought I could have any, not with the Hunger Games. Not with what Snow made us do."

She closes her eyes, as if trying to imagine a little boy that could be ours. I kiss her softly on the lips and make my way down to her neck. Anxol shivers slightly, but I can see the smile on her lips.

"Imagine it. I love children. And I love you. And we're married." I whisper, my lips still on her neck. "There's no one else I'd love to have children with."

She sighs softly.

"There better not be anyone else." She teases.

"Just you and five others, I promise." I grin, and she chuckles.

"I promise, we'll have children one day." Anxol whispers, eyes glinting with happiness. "And I promise that I will love them all as much as I love you."

"All nineteen of them?"

"In your dreams, Odair."

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