THE SIREN'S SONG 𓇼 F. ODAIR

31 ~ the next two years

A sense of peace came over Carolina after the Victory Tour for the 71st Hunger Games. 

She would see Cyrus every other month, whether he came to stay with her or she visited him in the Capitol. Their relationship had blossomed into something much more than Carolina had ever expected. She loved him, and she was confident she did. But, she didn't love him in the way she was supposed to.

When Carolina was back in District 4, she had a specific routine that she kept to.

She would spend Mondays and Wednesdays making pottery with Annie. Mags would join them occasionally to paint intricate designs onto their creations. 

Her Tuesdays and Thursdays were saved for Reef. The man would always have her do something different. They would bake, read, or simply talk to one another. Reef just wanted to check up on her.

 Carolina's weekends were saved for Pearl, and every Friday, she would go to Fletch's house with all of the victors and Charlie to have dinner. 

Every night, Finnick would come over after dinner and spend the night to help with Charlie and keep her company.

Carolina needed this routine more than anything else. It kept her grounded. It kept her from spiraling out of control and turning to alcohol for comfort.

She had followed her routine for nearly two years. Carolina thought it was strong and unbreakable, but it all came crumbling down in just one day.

"Morning, Siren," Finnick yawned that morning.

He turned to wrap an arm around Carolina's waist, but all he was met with was a cold mattress. His eyes jolted open, and he shot up, looking around the room frantically.

"Lina?" Finnick called out.

"Calm down," Carolina laughed from across the room. She was curled up in the window seat, looking out at the sea with a book in her hands. Carolina turned to Finnick and smiled. "You're so jumpy these days."

Finnick stood up from the bed and walked over to Carolina. He grabbed the book out of her hand and threw it onto the bed. Finnick turned back to Carolina, his gaze full of desire.

"Of course, I was," Finnick leaned close. His breath tickled Carolina's face. "I go insane whenever you are not in arms reach."

Carolina rolled her eyes, but before she could reply, Finnick's hands were cupping her face and pulling her into his lips. Carolina melted into his touch instantly. Her hands moved down his bare chest, feeling every single one of his abs. She pushed herself closer to him, and Finnick reached his hands under her legs to pick her up.

Carolina tightened her legs around Finnick's waist as he walked them over to their bed. Finnick's hands traced up and down her thighs, eventually ending up on her ass. Carolina moaned at the contact. He threw her onto the bed and smirked, thousands of ideas running through his mind on what he could do to her at that very moment.

But, he didn't get the chance to do any of them.

"Lina!" Charlie screamed. Seconds later, the 12-year-old boy opened his sister's bedroom door. Finnick and Carolina jumped away from each other and tried to make themselves more presentable. "I can't find my school uniform!"

"Charlie! Knock!" Carolina jumped off the bed and walked to where Charlie was standing in the room. She grabbed onto her brother's shoulders, turned him around, and escorted him out of her room. Just as she was about to leave the room, Carolina turned around to look at Finnick, who was picking his shirt up off of the floor and putting it back on with a flushed face that was identical to her own. She turned back to Charlie with an annoyed expression. "Where was the last place you saw it?"