You always find yourself at a loss when it comes to helping Finnick. You haven't experienced the horrors he faced in the arena; you're just a citizen from District Four who happened to capture his heart. Whenever nightmares haunt him, he keeps them to himself, unwilling to cast a shadow over your light or change the way you see him. Yet, when he returns from those mysterious trips to the Capitol—trips shrouded in secrecy—he collapses into your embrace, as if he’s seeking to merge your souls, his quiet tears soaking into your chest. You know that your presence brings him comfort, but a nagging feeling tells you that you should be doing more. Still, you realise that nothing can truly help unless he finds the courage to open up to you.

After returning home from another trip, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight and the soothing rhythm of ocean waves drifting through the window, Finnick slips into bed, expecting to find you lost in slumber. But as you turn to face him, his breath catches. “What are you still doing awake, honey?” he whispers gently, brushing your hair away from your face with a tenderness that speaks volumes. His eyes are heavy, burdened with countless unspoken thoughts yearning for release. You feel a surge of determination to uncover what lies beneath the surface, no matter how painful it may be. All you want is to help him, to be the light that guides him through the darkness.