"In the end even gold goes grey"
They say District 8 is the most rebellious district. Their Victors are a good example of that.
In which a Victor from District 8 isn't supposed to have relationships but grows closer to a Victor from District 4.
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They sat in silence. For what seemed like ages. Bex had managed to get him out of the ocean and back onto the beach after she had washed the blood from his hands and face like she had done many times before. Like he had done for her countless times.
But this time felt different. This time they were both different, he had a peek into her world. Not that he knew it.
There was one thing that Finnick always did which told Bex that he wasn't okay. He kept his hands busy and currently, he was weaving some pieces of leaves together with some pulled bark, "I'll be fine." He said when he saw her looking at him.
Bex scoffed slightly, "I know you better than anyone. You keep yourself busy when you're upset. You always have."
It took Finnick a minute before he sighed, "I heard River, my mom, Jo, Mags." He looked at Bex, You. All of them screaming. I couldn't stop it."
Bex sighed as she rested her hand on the back of his neck, "I heard Nash, Cece, Isla...you and Jo."
"I knew they were Jabberjays, I knew they were Mutts. But...it felt so damn real."
Bex nodded, "I know. But it wasn't. It wasn't real."
"Nothing is anymore...everything is fake. This arena, what we're seeing-"
Bex cut him off by moving his head, so he was looking at her, "I'm real. I am very much real, if you don't believe anything, believe that. What we see might not be real, hell what we think may not be real. But you're real. And so am I. That is all I care about."
Finnick just leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, "So what would this be?"
He didn't even give her the chance to respond as he moved his head and kissed her. Placing her hand against his heart she could feel it beating like a drum.
Every little emotion that she had ever pushed down exploded. Snow had kept him from her, and she kept herself from him. But that ended now.
In that moment they weren't sitting under trees. They weren't in an arena with people wanting to kill them. They were just Finnick and Bex.
