If you ask me, I think we live a rather charmed life compared to the other districts. We live by the ocean, the Peacekeepers remain happy as long as we bring in the right amount of sea life for the Capitol, as long as we follow that one rule it's not like they actually give a shit about what we do or not. Although, there is absolutely no rebelling, that's still a big no in their books. If even a whisper passes from someone lips about a rebellion, you will find that that person was immediately shot. We rarely have to deal with shootings because we know better. Why ruin something so perfect? We only deal with the occasional hurricane or someone washing up on shore partially eaten by a shark, which, let me tell you, is not a pretty sight. Not something I'd like to see again.
All in all, I'd say I'm pretty pleased with District Four.
But, it's not because of the clear blue water that goes on for miles around you. Nor is it the familiar salty taste of the sea that lingers on your tongue after a long day on the boats. Not the smooth white sand that gets stuck between my toes, the way on foggy mornings the mist settles on your skin in a friendly manner, or the feel after a long day at sea.
No, it's none of that.
It's the way her hand presses against mine when we walk along the coast line together on early mornings. The way her lips ghost against mine when she sneaks a quick kiss when no one else is around. The way she smells like the ocean and sun itself put themselves in a bottle just for her to put on. The way she sings in an absent mindedly when she strings necklaces from the shells she finds on the beach. How her green eyes stare deep into mine and how the corner of her mouth quirks when she whispers, "I love you."
Yeah, that's it.