You survived. You both did.

The games, the revolution. You made it. You could live simple, just like you had promised each other.

Back when you first met, you promised to stay friends, meeting at one of the many hunger games when you were both the same age. Even if you were from different districts, being mentors, you were both still people. People who had been through similar traumas and craved connection.

Finnick was sat outside his home in District 4, no longer his home from Victors Village, he had left memories there he wanted to leave behind— Instead, he'd found himself a cabin by the seaside, the sea his District was known for.

And there you were. Oh, you. You'd agreed to visit him, all of you did, Katniss, Peeta, Johanna— You all went through a lot, you all wanted to keep close. So he watched you marvel at the ocean and beach, things your home District lacked.

Eventually, Finnick rose from his spot and walked over to where you were, picking up a sea shell and placing it in your palm. "You know, when you go home you can take some of these with you?" He chuckled as the sun set over the pair of you.