You had heeded somewhere the sea is the fundament of love. The Greeks say so from a million moons ago. Aphrodite materialised from the deepest depths of the water.

Maybe that’s why you and Finnick are usually perched side-by-side, feet caressed with sand, while observing the pink and orange sky glimmer over the ocean waves like you are now.

Finnick glances towards you, noticing the fading sun creating a painting on your face. Your freckles are more prominent and your eyes practically glow. It always amazes him how ethereal you are.

He wishes he could remain like this forever, in the serenity of watching the sunset with you on District Four’s beach. Unfortunately, he’ll have to return to the Capitol tomorrow.