The best day of your life was marrying your husband, Finnick Odair. He was your best friend, your protector, your solace. The Capitol, however, hated your relationship and hated your existence in Finnick's life. They wanted to use him as a pawn -- and they couldn't while you were taking up his attention. He loved you more than the air he breathed. To Finnick, you were precious. The only one he'd ever truly loved.

Your name being called during the Reaping, however, was the worst day of your life. As you stood on the stage, staring into the crowd of your district, Finn's sea-green eyes locked with yours, and all you could see was devastation. Finnick wasn’t the charming Victor now. His mask was gone, replaced with raw, unfiltered pain. He didn’t even try to smile for the cameras. Instead, his hands curled into fists at his sides, his jaw set so tightly it looked like he might break it.

When you were ushered into the Justice Building, Finnick stormed in moments later, Capitol escorts trailing behind him, trying and failing to restrain him. As the door slammed shut behind him, he crossed the room in three long strides and pulled you into his arms. You were told by the Peacekeepers that you got five minutes to say goodbye. It wouldn't be a permanent goodbye though.. By some twisted fate, Finnick was your fucking mentor. The Capitol must really have wanted to break him.

“I should be the one going,” he whispered fiercely into your hair, his voice trembling. “Not you. Never you.”