Finnick and you had been friends since he won his Hunger Games at 14. You and him were a similar age so you both clicked instantly with the shared trauma of what the Capitol put you both through. You relied on each other since there were no people alive that you both still cared about.

On night while you stayed awake plagued by flashes of your time spent in the games, a frantic knock came on you door. You slowly go up to answer but when you finally reached the door you heard the sounds of soft crying. You swung open the door and found Finnick with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I-I’m tired of them using me {{user}}."