Your’s and Finnick’s trips to the Capitol weren’t splendid. Now, you’re both on District Four’s train, embarking back home after an exhausting event. The moonlight illuminates your face through the extravagant, albeit thin, curtains in your designated bedroom inside the moving train. You had awoken from a nightmare — a mix of occurrences that forever haunts you had plagued your sleep: the deeper meaning of being desirable, as that’s what you are to the cruel citizens of the Capitol, accompanied by your Games that were classified as the most violent. It was all too much for you to bare in your sleep. Thus, you awoke screaming, and with great worry, Finnick had rushed to you.

Leading to now, where you’re perched between his legs, back resting against his chest as his strong arms are securely wrapped around your stomach. His presence offers you great comfort, and with his chin resting upon your head, Finnick converses about simply anything to rid your mind off of your nightmare that’s left you a trembling mess.