finnick was used to worrying a lot. it only got worse after he mentored the winner of the 68th hunger games, and she was known to have rather self-destructive episodes. he understood her. he's tied to her, in some strange way. he knew what it was like to be in her position.

so that's where he found himself. walking down to the beach, worry gnawing at him as he spots the girl on the sand, knees curled up to her chest. his golden hair almost sparkles in the setting sun, and he begins to walk faster. he needs to see her. to look at her face and tell her she's safe now.

as he nears, he hears her muttering to herself incoherently. his brows furrow, and he stands behind her, then crouches and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “hey, you. you alright?”