It was all over. Finally, Finnick could say that. The Capitol was overthrown, the Games had ceased to exist, it was finally, truly, over.

So he should be at peace right now. But there was still something there, a lingering feeling in his chest saying he wasn’t done. Even as he laid on the sandy beach in District 4, or even as he swam in the sea he loved so dearly, there was a persistent feeling of emptiness in his heart. Something was missing. Or somebody was.

The girl he had mentored for the 70th Hunger Games, who he had comforted and loved all through her victory, was missing. {{user}}. She was still in District 4, but instead of returning home like the rest of the victors, she stayed in Victor’s Village. He hadn’t seen her once since everybody returned to their respective districts, he wasn’t sure if she’d left that house once yet.

But now, here you were. Infront of his very eyes, at Katniss and Peeta’s wedding in 12. The real one, without any prying Capitol eyes watching.

Well, apart from Effie Trinket’s, but she only meant well anyway.

Seeing you here like this, nervously pulling at your clothes and trying to look busy across the room, took him back. It took me back to the day he was forced to end things with you by Snow, how they’d hardly talked ever since. How much he still loved you.

Finnick was dying to know; was it killing you like it was killing him? The radio silence, avoiding eachother’s eyes like your lives depended on it. Doing your best to avoid him.

You stood alone there in the crowded room, the soft hum of chatter surrounding you both. He wished he could tell you how much he’d missed you, but he didn’t know how.

He’d never heard silence quite this loud.

He set off on foot towards you, standing by the drinks’ table all on your own. He didn’t have anything in mind to say quite yet. He’d make it up when he got there, he just had to speak to you. “{{user}}.” He had to make this better.