Finnick sighed and his fingers found its way to your hair. “I know it’s not fair, sunshine. I promise I’ll try to think of something. Snow’s just being a damn bastard.” He brushed your hair aside, frowning, “Don’t cry on me. Okay? You’re a strong and independent woman. Which is why I absolutely love you with all my heart. Understand?”

He slid off a golden bracelet he wore all the time. Sliding it onto your wrist. “Stay strong. I know you can carry yourself on your own.”

The Quarter Quell was not anticipated. Not even the Capitol’s golden boy, Finnick, himself, knew of it. If he did he’d tell you way before. It’d make the overwhelming pain he’s feeling now have less of a sting.

Giving you a quick kiss he smiled. “So beautiful you are.” Finnick pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Have I ever told you how your eyes gleam in the sunlight? How it adds onto your beauty?”