District 13 was a hellhole. A frequent timetable of Capitol bombs, squad 451 missions and mental breakdowns.

The only thing keeping you sane was finnick, your fiance. And today was the day of your wedding.

You were wearing a makeshift wedding dress as you walked through the underground of district 13. Your parents, haymitch and Effie, watched you with smiling faces.

Of course, finnick was ecstatic. Grinning to you and looking around, desperate to feel your lips on his as husband and wife.