𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 | THE HUNGER GAMES

nineteen

Nineteen

Kamari

His hands were cold.

Finnick's hands were never cold. I rubbed my hands against his hoping to rub some warmth into him. I finally looked up at him after minutes of awkward silence, only to find his eyes trained on me. Watching my every move.

In my experience, that look had always gotten people killed. That look that said that you would do anything for them. I had seen on Alex's face. On mama's. On my dad's. Even on Teddy's. And all of them were now 6 feet too far now. I tried to pull my hands away, but Finnick just held on. His "Please look at me." Made me realize that I had looked away. His fingers tucked under my chin, making me look at him. "Promise me something." He said, leaning his forehead against mine. I knew this wouldn't end well and I was represing an overwhelming urge to cry.

"Anything." My less than a whisper warmed the air between us. "If it comes down to you or her. You'll chose yourself." I barely pulled back to object before Finnick interjected. "You said anything." He said and I sighed. "Finnick." I said still too far away from him.

It wasn't just my lips that said his name. It was every cell in my body. Every fiber of my being. Every thing keeping my body alive said his name. Everything I said had the soft whispers of his name behind it. Everytime his eyes looked at me, my body sang an unknown harmony. I wanted his warmth. I needed to be closer. To feel him. All of him. "I'd do anything for." I said and his lip twitched but that hope was taken away. By me.

"But I can't do this." I said. I saw his annoyance rise and for a second I was scared. Scrared he'd leave. Scared I'd have to wake up to the dreadful sunrise alone. "Why do you need to put yourself in danger?" He asked shooting up off the bed. "I need to do this." I said looking at the far end of the room he had paced to. "Why you?" He asked and I looked at him trying to find an answer.

"If not me then who?" I asked as he stepped closer. "I can't lose you." His hands were holding mine against. Only that much space between our chests. "Finnick..." I tried to find something to say. Anything.

I had dreamt of this moment for years but now suddenly I had nothing. "Can I kiss you?" Once again, Finnick had done it for me. And I barely nodded my head before his lips were on mine. Taking whatever breath I had away. But I didn't feel the burn of not breathing.

He was all the life I needed. His kiss was all the breath I needed. His lips my tether to life.