Daydreamer

I walk on the beach, the sun is beginning to set and a soft, salty breeze blows from the ocean. I spot Finnick in the distance, I can recognize his silhouette, and the beach is barren, everybody has returned home after a long day of work. He’s a daydreamer, sitting on the sea, soaking up the sun before the sky is engulfed by darkness and the moon replaces the sun.

            I wrap my arms around my chest as I make my way towards him. I should have thought of bringing a sweater as the cool breeze blows against my bare arms and scantily covered legs. I sit next to Finnick, who seems to have been deep in thought, still staring at the now pink sky.

            “Hey,” he says, smiling my favorite dimpled smile. He’s a jaw dropper, he looks good when he walks, he’s the subject of their talk. All the attention he gets can be maddening, but whenever I see him like this, pensive, simply seated at the beach, away from the Capitol and away from the spotlight, it’s easy to understand why everybody wants him. He would be hard to chase but good to catch, and I can’t believe I am lucky enough to have him; I sure don’t measure up.

            He’s brilliant, good looking, charismatic. He could change the world with his hands behind his back. At least I think he might be able to if I weren’t holding him back. Finnick would never stand up to Snow because he knows what will happen when he does… those he loves… gone.

            I look down at my feet and at the waves that barely reach my toes as the tide retreats. The icy water makes me shiver and I hear Finn’s soft chuckle. He looks at me with eyes that make me melt, green like the water in the white-sanded beaches during the day. He shrugs off his jacket and lends his coat for shelter. One of the many incredible qualities about Finnick is how attentive he is. Plus he’s there for you when he shouldn’t be, but he stays all the same, waits for you then sees you through.

            After I returned from my games I was never quiet the same. The memories haunt me to this day but I can always count on him. Whenever I’m having a bad day I’m sure I will find him, sitting on my doorstep. He will feel like he’s been there for hours, and I can tell that he’ll be there for life.

            “Are you there?” he asks. His teasing voice snaps me back to reality.

            “Right here,” I chuckle. Finnick stands up swiftly and offers me his hand. I take it and stand. I’m significantly shorter than he is but I like that I can easily fit in his arms. I never feel safer than when I am with him. He takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips to kiss it softly.

            “Let’s go home, Annie?” he suggests. I look at him, the little sunlight that’s left casts strange shadows on his face, but he still manages to look extraordinary. There’s an eerie beauty about him, his hair, the way the shadows accentuate his firm muscles, he doesn’t seem real… and his eyes look darker, yet they still take my breath away.

            “Sweetie?” he says. “Are you ok? You seem a bit distracted.”

            “That’s mainly your fault,” I admit. He smiles and kisses me, his warm lips brushing against mine lightly before he pulls away.

            “Come on, it’s getting cold,” he answers. We walk home together, both of us barefooted and holding hands. We both live in the Victor’s Village but after my games I never bothered unpacking my things at my house and I have been living with Finnick ever since.

Amazing, there’s no other way I could describe him. He’s my stunning, brilliant, breathtaking daydreamer.