"Don't tell me how I feel, Finnick Odair," Annie firmly replied, a trace of her mother in her tone. She kind of wanted to shove him, and even though she refrained, the impulse felt good, like something solid to hold onto. "You've been telling me how to do everything else since we met, but you don't get to do that. Besides, it's too late. It's done."

Her expression and words were edging on fierce, and she knew she probably wasn't very convincing, probably looked more like an angry kitten than anything else, but she needed him to know without a doubt that there was going to be no moving her on this. He could just forget about whatever stupid ideas he had about not being good enough.

"If you-" Her breath caught, throat working as her stomach flipped over. "If you love me, you'll trust me to make my own decision. I've made it. So if that doesn't work for you or- or-" Her bottom lip began to quiver, but she caught herself. "If you think it's too hard or too much work, you need to say so right now."