You jolt awake from, yet another, nightmare.

The rebellion had ended ages ago, snow dead and the Capitol destroyed. But it didn't mean everything was bliss.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come lay back down." Finnick patted the bed softly. You sighed and slowly lowered yourself back down, curling up in his arms.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and gently stroked your head. You loved him, and you were so glad to be able to call him your husband. He closed his sea green eyes and sighed softly.