Tucking in your mint green blouse, you silently stand in the Square amongst the other children of district 4. The usually relaxing crash of the waves does little to calm you down on this dreadful day: Reaping Day. Although it wasn't likely for you to be reaped, you had a horrible feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.
The escort from the Capitol takes his place on the stage, waving around his purple-dyed hands as he shares his excitement with the unamused crowd. The sick feeling gets stronger when he announces that it's time to call the tributes names.
"As always, ladies first," he says, plucking a paper and standing in front of the microphone, "Y/N Y/L/N."
It's a complete set up. You've only been reaped because you're the only way they can get to Finnick; your name was only in that bowl six times, which is nothing compared to everybody else in the district.
Everything is a blur for the next ten minutes; the reaping of the male tribute, the shaking of hands between you and him, the peacekeepers taking you into the Justice Building.
You were waiting in the Justice Building for the only visitor you knew you'd get - nobody else you loved was alive, apart from Finnick. He wasn't visiting you to say goodbye, but he was coming so that you'd have a few minutes alone before the real horrors start; you knew it would be hard for him as your mentor, but it was better than leaving him behind.
Breathing shallowly, the all-too-familiar feeling of a panic attack was coming on. Was it possible for you to come out alive? Sure, you were fairly handy with a trident but nowhere near as good as most; all of the other tributes would probably be ten times better. Tears threatened to spill as you look around frantically. There's no way out.
"Y/N," Finnick bursts through the door, a worried look tainting his beautiful sea green eyes. "Ssssh, baby, it will be alright. You're going to win these games, I know that for a fact," he says, pulling you into a tight hug and stroking your hair. Your sharp breaths slow down as Finnick whispers comforting words to you. He takes a seat on the leather couch, pulling you into his lap as he stares into your Y/E/C eyes.
"I love you so much, Y/N, and I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of that arena," he presses his forehead against yours.
"I love you too, Finnick," you connect your lips to feel a bomb of butterflies explode in your stomach. Nothing will ever change the way you feel about kissing Finnick; you will never stop getting butterflies around him.
The kiss is sweet and passionate as both of you slowly press your bodies together; your lips dance with his soft ones and your fingers run through his golden hair. After what seems like hours of heaven, but was really only minutes, Finnick reluctantly pulls away.
"We'll have plenty of time for that in the Capitol," he winks, wrapping his arms around you as you wait for the time to be up.
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