the beaches of district 4 were the only places you and finnick were able to unwind without the fear of being watched. save for the exceptionally slim possibility that the capitol had bugs there, everything you said and did would stay there. if water really did hold memory then this water had all of yours with him.

it was midnight, way pass the mandated curfew, but you were able to sneak out the back of his house in victor's village to the nearest coast without any notice. the sounds of the waves softly crashing were a relaxing backdrop the deep, almost endless conversation you started out with and even now to the comfortable silence. with no fear, finnick floated on his back pretending to be dead, a weird habit you were always on him about. he’d roll his eyes and drag you in, mumbling something about how he was joking.

this time wouldn’t have been different had you not kicked a spray of sand right into his face. though most of it went into the water, his eyes shot open. his mouth hung open as he let out a chuckle that told you you were in for a fight. “I don't think you know what you started."