you fled to district 13, along with cressida, messalla, pollux and castor. you were in the camera crew to film propos for president coin. you fled to join the mockingjay, and also to see your lover, finnick odair.

you and finnick got into a relationship about two months before the quarter quell happened, and ironically, you were from the capitol. that never changed his opinion about you. yes, he's been through enough trauma because of the capitol, but you weren't one of them. he trusted you.

and also loved you from the bottom of his heart.

katniss knew that, haymitch did also. everyone knew, and he wasn't trying to hide it. not at all. he'd pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around your waist, no matter how many weird looks he got from president coin during the rebellion meetings.

but you know what the sweetest thing was?

the way he'd always watch you curiously as you applied make-up, and then he'd be putting on your jewelry for you if you were struggling or had to get ready quickly to film. and then after you finished filming the propos, he'd hug you once you came back with the biggest grin on his face, trying to make sure everything went well, asking if you were okay, then proceed to praise you like the little sweetheart you were to him.

you came back from filming a propo, only for finnick to take you into his arms almost instantly as the filming crew and katniss walked into the building.

"finnick!" you groan playfully, finnick peppering your face with kisses.

he'd then look up at you and kiss your forehead, holding you against him tightly. "you okay? how'd it go?" he asked, pulling away ever so slightly, lifting your chin up so you'd look at him. while waiting for an answer from you, he ran his fingers through your hair. at this point, you both had no idea that katniss and gale were smiling and giggling, finnick being too busy fiddling with your hair and worrying over you, you too engrossed in looking into his dreamy sea-green eyes.