It was the quarter quell, day 3 of waiting for the rebels to save you.

You had been working together with finnick, your district partner. But after getting attacked by the careers, you had fled in opposite directions.

Running through the jungle, desperate to find him.

You run into something and expect to be scratched by a piece of bark. You turn to see your face buried into the quarter quell clothes.

this isn't a tree.

You look up and lock gazes.

finnick.