You were the face of the rebellion. Your face printed all over Panem. The mockingjay.

You hated it. You were only doing it for the sake of everybody you cared for. Your family, your friends... Finnick. Your best friend.

Sitting on the steps of the underground, you desperately tried to calm yourself down from the vivid nightmare you had just had. It was the middle of the night, but being underground made it difficult.

Finnick sat beside you and sighed.

"Can't sleep?"