Siren Song ~ Finnick Odair x oc

14...Arena Day 5

Time drags on slowly as the sun rises, gradually brightening the sky—a gentle awakening that reflects the tentative renewal we both experience after a night filled with hushed fears and shared narratives.

We took turns keeping watch through the night, finding that the small wooden train platform served surprisingly well as a shelter; its creaking timber echoed the fatigue we felt in our bodies.

Now, as we stroll calmly through the woods, the serene atmosphere is only disrupted by the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, a reminder that life goes on even amid our struggles.

I can feel the cold breeze biting at my exposed abdomen; the thin medical bandages offer little warmth against the sharp chill.

Earlier, I examined my wounds, and, to my relief, there are no signs of infection, thanks to my hurried treatment and precautions; still, they pulse with a tender reminder of the cost of survival.

"Does it still hurt a lot?" Cove asks, concern evident in his furrowed brow, the reflection of my injuries clear in his gaze.

"Only a little. I'm just grateful it's not infected," I reply, managing a small, reassuring smile, hoping to chase away the shadows on his face.

Yet, his eyes remain burdened with guilt.

"It was quite deep... Are you sure you're okay? I feel terrible that you were hurt because of me..." he says, glancing at the area beneath the bandages, his discomfort noticeable.

I pause, looking deeply into Cove's eyes to ensure he understands the sincerity of my next words.

"Cove, that choice was mine. This is entirely on me. You have nothing to feel guilty for... and honestly, I'd do it all again if it meant you got the supplies to survive and heal."

My words seem to settle on him, at least for a moment, yet he continues to frown, the weight of his concern for me overshadowing my attempts to ease his worries.

"I know you would, Selene... But you've already done so much for me, and I feel powerless to help you in return," he admits, the emotional turmoil evident in his eyes.

A wave of empathy sweeps over me, and I respond with determination.

"Just stay alive. That's all I ask in return. I want you to make it back to twelve... to be reunited with your mother and sister... she needs her big brother."

I say, reinforcing my words with a genuine smile filled with hope, aware that our survival is intricately linked to the fragile bond we're nurturing amidst the chaos.

The road ahead may be filled with obstacles, yet in that moment, our collective purpose sparks a flicker of hope that propels us onward, step by step, into a dawn that is uncertain but holds promise.

I would set the arena alight and stand within its flames, if it meant Cove got to return to his family unharmed...

"I'll do it, as long as you promise to do the same," Cove replies, matching my smile with a warmth that pierces through the grimness surrounding us.

The soft brush of his shoulder against mine is a subtle, brotherly gesture that strengthens our connection amid the harsh realities we face. He is acutely aware of my tendency to put myself in danger for his well-being, and while he appreciates those moments that have protected him, I can see the concern etched on his face.

In this fleeting instant, laughter dances in the air, mingling with the heartfelt sincerity of our conversation. Cove's playful smirk widens as my laughter escapes, a result of the gentle nudge that nearly sends me off balance.