"Watcha doing out at this time, Sweet Girl?" His voice was as smooth as the blade of an axe, the same kind of axes that the people of your district, District 7, were known to use on a daily basis. You knew who it was just by the sound that his shoes made behind you on the sandy shores of District 4, each foot sinking into the seeping one after another. "Your train leaves tomorrow to get to District 3."

You were in the middle of your victory tour. You couldn't sleep and your mentor, Johanna wasn't the consoling type. So you found confort in the sea where you would normally find it in the trees of District 7.

"Can't sleep." You responded, not even glancing at Finnick.

Moments later you felt his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing the back of your neck in a comforting manor.

"Nightmares?" He asked.

You didn't respond with words, just a simple nod.

The nightmares came to you every night. Starring the people, tributes, from your time in the Hunger Games as well as the mutts and the vile conditions.