‧₊˚✧「 thalassophile - a lover of the sea, someone who loves the sea/ocean. 」
"why do you have to be such a thalassophile?" she asks.
"a what?" he says, and she rolls her eyes.
"never mind."
ophelia won the 66th hunger games when she was 15, but sh...
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Ophelia shot up out of her sleep, trembling. She gasped for air as she looked around the hospital room, tears slipped down her face as she remembered the day before.
All those children. Dead.
"Hey, everything's okay." Finnick was beside her in an instant with his hand on her back, rubbing circling into her skin.
The brunette ignored her aching body and pulled him into a hug. She clung onto him desperately since he was the only thing left keeping her sane.
"Is Katniss and Gale okay? The refugees—" She started to say but Finnick interrupted her.
"Yes, Katniss and Gale are okay." He kissed her forehead. "Now, let's think about something else other than the Capitol and Snow."
Ophelia nodded in agreement, her whole life revolved around Snow and it was time for a change.
"Would you like to hear about the first time I realized I loved you?" Finnick asked.
"Yeah, I would." She smiled and leaned into him.
"Well, remember that day in the Arena when they released the Jabberjays and I heard your screams?"
"Yeah?"
He looked down at her with an unreadable expression. "I felt this pain deep inside me when I heard it, it's like my whole life stopped at that moment. But when I saw you were okay, I can't even explain how happy I was. That's when I realized I loved you." Ophelia felt her cheeks heat up at Finnick's words.
Suddenly, Finnick pulled away and reached for something in his pocket. The brunette sat up and furrowed her eyebrows at his action. He glanced at her and grinned.
"What?—" She stopped herself when she saw what was in Finnick's hand.
A ring.
"Ophelia Dawn Parks, will you marry me?" He questioned, holding the ring up.
Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded. "Yes! A thousand times yes!" Ophelia exclaimed, then gently grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his.
She was filled with pure happiness and excitement. She hadn't felt this way since she was a child. And somehow she felt peaceful, even though Snow still wasn't dead.
Maybe, she didn't need Snow dead to be happy after all.
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Ophelia held Finnick's hand tightly as they sat in a large room in the Capitol. The doors opening made her look up and at the person who had walked in.
"What's this?" Katniss inquired as she looked around the room and at her friends.
"The remaining victors. Would you like to join us?" President Coin asked. Katniss nodded. "I have invited you all here for several reasons, but first I have an announcement. I have taken the burden and the honor of declaring myself interim president of Panem."
