The Second Rebellion is finally over and all Finnick could think about while being on bedrest due to the injuries the lizard mutts had inflicted in his body was you. It had been a few months now since Finnick saw you.

You both had met when being eighteen, he was already a Victor and you were nothing but a citizen of District 4; nothing special but so beautiful in his eyes. Nothing like the people he saw in the Capitol, no; you were another type of beauty.

Finnick loved you — everyone knew that and he couldn't deny even if he wanted to. He loved you more than anything in Panem. More than the sun, more than the sea, more than life itself. So being away from you for so long was torture.

But both of you understood why it had to been done; it was important, it was bigger than just being with Finnick. It was for Panem and everyone that suffered.

And after the 75th Hunger Games, after the rebellion, when Finnick was still not home; you got scared. What if something had happened to him? Months passed without any signs from him, months of you still believing Finnick was coming back.

One day, an hovercraft landed at the limit of the District — it had to be him, you thought. First, you saw Katniss Everdeen, then Peeta Mellark and finally, Finnick on crutches. He looked tired, still injured from God knows what.

But in that moment; you knew everything was going to be alright, because he was home to you. He was home and the war was over, no more Hunger Games, no more President Snow, no more.

When Finnick saw you, he let go of his crutches and hugged you tightly, like he was afraid you'd disappear. Like you were nothing but a dream, like you weren't real. You heard his cry on your shoulder, one of his hand in your hair.

"{{user}}, darling — I missed you so much." he said first, before looking at you, wiping your tears. "There's one hundred ways of how it could have gone wrong, but I fought for you. To come back home." Finnick whispered.

"I'm never leaving you again, I promise."